Who would win ? Pillsbury doughboy vs. Michelin TireMan

[Phezmeister42]

Whilst my supposedly relaxing breaks from the gargantous laxatives that I accidentally digested yet enjoyed, I ask myself the epitome of all questions and mysteries? Who would win this epic battle between two swollen heroes of our generation? The Pillsbury dough boy or the Micheline Tire Man ? While both this formidable challengers have unique strengths , their battle would be nothing short of "pay per view" worthy?


Whats ur take?

[mohms]

P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"Well... here is my take. ?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-comfficeffice" /o/oP class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"The fight would start off atCap'n Crunch's birthday party at the ?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-comffice:smarttags" /st1lace w:st="on"st1:PlaceName w:st="on"Playboy/st1:PlaceName st1:PlaceType w:st="on"Mansion/st1:PlaceType/st1lace.Michelin is kickinback somecold Budweiser havin a good ole'time with his friends Muffler Man and The Pep Boys, when in walked the energizer bunny with some of his chronic sh*t. (why do you think he always has sunglasses on?)Michelin Man takes a couple of puffs, never being the one to take a back seat at any party.Meanwhile,Pillsbury Doughboy is over drinkina martini with his friends the California Raisins,Mrs. Butterworth, and a few others. They are discussing the economy and politics at a tablenear the open bar. o/oP class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"Michelin Man's beer goes dry, so he walks his red-eyed rubber ass up to the bar for a new one. Upon passing Doughboys table, he over hears that high pitch giggle fromDoughboy, as Mrs. Butterworth has made some off the wall joke on how the Republicans are only in the mid east for oil. Well you see, the Michelin Man is a die hard Republican, and is mainly composed of rubber, which is derived from dead dinosaurs (oil).Boy does this burn his rubber... o/oP class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt""First of all you little crusty bastard, oil makes the world go round, and second of all, your laugh sounds like the gas escaping from Daphne Smurf's ass after a weekend bender!"says Michelin Man.(Daphne has let herself go, being the only female smurf is a tough job.) o/oP class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"Doughboy replies "Please remove yourself from our conversation, Goodyear." o/oP class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"By this time, smoke is blowing out of Michelin Man's ears. In a fit of rage, he flips their table over, and as he is proceeding to make cookies out of Doughboy, theCaliforniaRaisinsinterveno/oP class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"Mrs.Butterworth bursts into tears (she has hadone to many vodka-cranberries) and buries her head into the EGGO waffle's chest, to his delight. o/oP class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"Doughboy stands up, assumes a kung-fu position, and instructs the Raisins to "Let re-tread go, we are gonna finish this." The six weeks of kung-fu training has left Doughboy withlittle more than confidence, while Michelin man has been more bar fights than he wishes to remember. o/oP class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"Doughboy takes the first shot, planting a solid roundhouse to the side of Michelin’s head. Michelin stumbles back a couple of steps,shakes the dough out of hisraised white letter ear hole, grins and takes a monster open-handed swing at Doughboys face. As his huge rubber paw is blowing thedough snot out of Doughboys nose, Doughboy lets out themost girly like yelp anyone has ever heard. o/oP class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt""What’s the matter play dough? That was only a slap!" o/oP class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt""You won't get away with doing that to me!"o/oP class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"Doughboy, forgetting about his Kung-Fu training, charges Michelin Man, arms a flappin and tears a flowin. o/oP class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt""WAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!"o/oP class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"Michelin Man plants a fierce right hook to the face of Doughboy. His rubber fist indenting Doughboys face to the point of tread marks on the back of his round, tasty head. His limp dough body falls to the ground, lifeless.o/oP class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"Many cheer as Michelin Man thrusts his 225/65/18 fists toward the sky, proclaiming "desert is served!"o/oP class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"Betty Crocker chops Doughboy's body up into cute little cookie shapes, and the party dines on his sugar ass for the rest of the evening.o/oP class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"Yeah... that is pretty much how it would happen.o/oP class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"