He can change into a fungi.
He gives her the ring now, she’ll give him the rolling pin later.
He should give her flours. It’s the yeast he could do.
! Do you take, as your legally wedded. . . .“I Dough”
Poppin Fresh is finally poppin the question!
He can’t wait to poke her.
It’s amazing he can even kneel.
They have to get married, she has a bun in the oven.
After a while there a "Poppin’ Fresh Dough " might appear!
He’s suffering from a yeast affection.
I’ll bet that’s a bathtub ring.
Given the housing problem, I hope they can find a breadbox to live in, especially when the pitter patter of little muffins arrives.
You can’t grow mold on a Pillsbury Doughboy/Doughgirl!
A stale joke.
They will rise up together and raise a dozen of crusty buns!
She was always there when he kneaded her. So now they’ll be lawfully breaded for the rest of their lives.
I see peoples is enjoying baking hot cross puns today.
The Pillsbury’s has a nice ring to it ;)
A greening relationship.
Hey lady! He likes a poke in the tummy, if you catch my drift!
Have I stumbled into the Pun-Con?
Fat people, er, doughy people need love to.
“I was goin’ to open a bakery, but I couldn’t raise the dough.”
The cheese is old and moldy. Where is the bathroom?
And just what I kneaded!
Years later she’ll be complaining about him loafing around the house.
You will when you stay at home so much and don’t get any exercise…
They might celebrate their golden-brown anniversary
He just made her day “butter”
An overload of great comments today! Thanks all.
Used to work in Milwaukee WI, then called the city of 1,000 smells. You could tell the direction of the wind, e.g. south = sewage treatment plant, north = leather tanning factory, northwest = chocolate factory later made famous by cannibal Jeffrey Lionel Dahmer, west = yeast factory, east = tons of dead alewives ….
It won’t work out, she’s from a well bred family.
Say what you want about this cartoonist, but his work is never half baked. It never fails to get a rise out of me, but today’s panel definitely takes the biscuit.
He’s got the cutest buns! :)
He finally rose to the occasion.
He’s a CRUSTY old soul!
You know he’s going to ask her to make him a sandwich later.
It is with the saddest heart that I must pass on the following news:
Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and 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 grave site 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 still, as a crusty old man, 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 father Pop Tart.
The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
but does he have the bread to put bread and butter on the table…?
She always hoped to marry a man with dough.
Just don’t comment on her rolls.