First Farrah, then Michael and now this. I don't know how much more the american psyche can take.
Oscar Mayer, the king of frankfurters, has left for the big bun in the sky.
Hot dog scion Mayer, a spry 95, was tooling around the avenues in his patented wienermobile when he was set upon by a pack of hungry german shepherds, who evidently mistook the car for an easy meal and mark.
Police and crime scene investigators were aghast at the carnage. " The whole corner was strewn with mustard and kraut, no one deserves to go that way," said a shaken Detective Joe Schlobotnik.
Per the request of the family, funeral services will be private.
3 comments:
I have a wiener whistle.
CR
Voted #18, Rolling Stone's 100 greatest Rock Anthems of the 20th century:
Oh, I'd love to be Oscar Mayer's veiner, that is what I'd truly like to be, ee, ee.
Cuz if I wuz Oscar's Veiner's mayer,
there wood soon be nuthin' leftuv moi, hee, hee.
Oscar's dying words: "We better hide the sausage cuz we don't know whut's init!"
That's all!
from bad to wurst...
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