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Jimmy Dean, 1928-2010
He'd butchered hogs on his family's farm as a kid, so after becoming a country music star, he knew how to set himself up for life after showbiz: a sausage company, established in 1969 right in his hometown of Plainview, Texas. It was a hugely successful venture, growing to be valued at $75 million, and inspiring a passionate devotion among fans who sometimes, very famously, could literally not get enough of the delicious spiced meat. Jimmy Dean died Sunday at the age of 81.
Gonna spill a lil' outta my artery here, in Jimmy's memory… oh wait I can't, artery's plugged shut.
He was the last of the breakfast sausage titans.
Thank God it wasn't Abe Froman.
Breakfast sausage tycoons!
Well, being born in WV and all, we were partial to the Bob Evans breakfast sausage. But Jimmy Dean would do in a pinch.
The sausage party is over.
That sausage-y diatribe by Mr. Randy Taylor is one of my go-to 'Tube clips when I am feeling blue.
I believe he is a fellow Texan, by his accent. He tries to start out as a gentleman and it just descends into a cussfest as he articulates his exasperation with not being able to feed his family adequately.
Also, Mr. Randy Taylor's complaining seems to have met with some success:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Go3Uvxdatj8&feature=fvw
I went to the funeral, and you never sausage sadness. What a patty! I'd include a link, but the traffic would surely make it break fast. So I butter just toast the man.
Nice.
I eat fish for breakfast. Whaddya got, smart guy?
That's between you and Mr. Vigoda, my dear.
Those were the wurst puns.
My thoughts eggzactly.
@Sid: Touche!