The Pillsbury Dough boy died yesterday of a yeast infection and
complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was only 71.
Dough boy 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, as long-time friend Aunt
Jemima delivered the eulogy, describing Dough boy as a man who
never knew how much he was kneaded. Dough boy 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 even
still, as a crusty old man, was considered a roll model for
millions. Toward the end it was thought that he would rise again,
but alas, he was no tart.
Dough boy 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 twenty minutes.
--Author unknown; selected from Good, Clean Funnies List.
A while back I was reading about an expert on the subject of time management.
One day this expert was speaking to a group of business students and,
to drive home a point, used an illustration those students will never
forget.
As this man stood in front of the group of high-powered overachievers, he
said, "Okay, time for a quiz."
Then he pulled out a one-gallon, wide-mouthed mason jar and set it on a
table in front of him. Then he produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks
and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar.
When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he
asked, "Is this jar full?"
Everyone in the class said, "Yes."
Then he said, "Really?" He reached under the table and pulled out a
bucket of gravel. Then he dumped some gravel in and shook the jar
causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the spaces between
the big rocks.
Then he asked the group once more, "Is the jar full?"
By this time the class was onto him. "Probably not," one of them
answered. "Good!" he replied.
He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started
dumping the sand in and it went into all the spaces left between the
rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, "Is this jar
full?"
"No!" the class shouted. Once again he said, "Good!" Then he grabbed a
pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the
brim. Then he looked up at the class and asked, "What is the point of
this illustration?"
One eager beaver raised his hand and said, "The point is, no matter how
full your schedule is, if you try really hard, you can always fit some
more things into it!"
"No," the speaker replied, "that's not the point. The truth this
illustration teaches us is: If you don't put the big rocks in first,
you'll never get them in at all."
-- Author unknown.
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