O dear god, is there no end to it? First Farrah, then what’s-his-name, then Mrs. Slocombe, and now this:
OSCAR MEYER, the wienie king, is dead. The man who made the world safe for bologna has passed. A giant who walked among us, who gave his all to the processed meat universe, is no more.
I don’t know what I’m going to do if anybody else dies, my mourning veil is getting all tatty as it is.
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I guess I shouldn't tell you that the Oxyclean guy also died last week!
ReplyDeleteMiss Jackson pretty much covered dying for everyone for the next 2 years or so, I'd say.
ReplyDelete...weiners yeah....but dont forget baloney.
ReplyDeletemine has a first name, you know
Mr. Weenee is dead. Long live Mr. Peenee!
ReplyDeleteThe man was in his 90s. Could it be that all the preservatives in his processed meat "food" help him live so long?
ReplyDeletecuz Oscar Meyer had a way with b-o-l-o-g-n-a.
" because, if I were an Oscar Meyer weiner...everyone would be in love with me."
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