Monday, October 3, 2016

Richard Trentlage, Man behind the beloved 'Oscar Mayer Wiener Song' dies at 87

The man who got generations of hot dog lovers humming along to the Oscar Mayer Wiener song has died.

According to an obituary posted online by a northern Illinois funeral home, Richard Trentlage died on Sept. 21 at age 87.

His daughter Linda Bruun confirmed to the New York Times that the cause of death was congestive heart failure.

Millions of Americans grew up humming along to Trentlage’s catchy tune: “Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Mayer wiener, that is what I’d truly like to be, ’cause if I were an Oscar Mayer wiener, everyone would be in love with me.”

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17 comments:

Anonymous said...

There once was a man from Racine,
Who invented a screwing machine.
Concave or convex,
It would do either sex,
But oh what a bastard to clean.

Anonymous said...

Fuck him!

Anonymous said...

Fuck him!

Anonymous said...

L.A. is a great big freeway
Put a hundred down and buy a car

Anonymous said...

Mr bourbon street and his mom would love to hum on your hot dogs.

Anonymous said...

Anthony Weiner will surely miss him. A real inspiration!

Anonymous said...

niggers used to steal it for joy rides back in the day. had to build fence around it within fenced in parking lot on w. scott street.

Anonymous said...

Gay ass Joo right there!

Anonymous said...

I have given a few Mt. Greenwood wives my Oscar Mayer more than a few times. But of course they ordered my well done foot long.

Anonymous said...

And all the stars that never were
Are parking cars and pumping gas

Anonymous said...

I like Mr. Bourbon Street.

Anonymous said...

My Weiner is Bigger!

Rahm

Anonymous said...

Jews hate the Oscar Meyer Weiner-mobile, as it is not circumcised.
But it sure does get Tommy and Rhammy's loins boiling!

Anonymous said...

Two drunks were trying to figure out how to get beer for free. They only had a dollar in change between them. "I've got it, follow me." said the first man. They went to a hot dog stand and bought a dog and threw away the bun. "We'll go into a bar and order drinks, and when the bartender asks for money, I'll unzip my fly and pull out the hot dog. You drop to your knees and pretend to suck me off." The second man agrees to this and they start their rounds. When they get to the bar, they sit down and have a beer. The bartender tells them, "That will be four dollars." The first man stands up and upzips his fly. The second man drops to his knees and starts sucking on the hot-dog. "You faggots!" screams the bartender. "Get the hell out of here!" They run out and go to another bar and order drinks and when the bartender asks for money, the first man unzips his fly, and the second man drops to his knees. The bartender throws them out. After the sixth bar the second man complains, "Man this isn't working out so well, My knees are killing me!" "You think you've had it bad," the first man exclaims. "I lost the hotdog four bars ago!"

Anonymous said...

Good thing they didn't try that at Bourbon Street. They would've been raped to death.

Anonymous said...

1144 am licks mr bourbon street ball sack and ass crack

Anonymous said...

Mr bourbon street would love your hot dog in his mouth and between his buns.