Death of an icon, borrowing some winks, and karaoke…

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Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma
complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities
turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack,
the California raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain
Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered
the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much
he was kneaded.

Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with
turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his
dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he was
still a crusty old man and was considered a roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and
Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his
elderly dad, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

I read a fair amount of The Borrowers, but didn’t finish the book. At some point, I started reading the back of my eyelids instead.

Steve called me to meet him at Flex before going to CCs, which I did. I chatted with him, Joe and Phil most of the time.

Rick and Ross were there, and at about 8:20, I walked over to CCs with Rick. Ross met us at the door so he could get in as “my guest.” He’s a little bit peeved that he has to pay at all, since he’s essentially only going there to dance to try and get this C&W night off the ground there.

There were several Lesbians in the place when we arrived, as an event for the season opener (I think) of The L-Word was finishing up.

Once again, I didn’t particularly enjoy dancing there, and will be hard-pressed to return next week.

At about 10:00, I headed back over to Flex to see Tula Box and Sunday Night Drag Queen Karaoke, where I found Joe, Stephen, and brianrdu.

The pool table we like to play on never came free all night.

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