Seriously. How can you all hate Peeps? Marshmallow? Sugar? Yummm. I make a random mention of the Peeps inherent goodness and all I get are a bunch of peep haters spewing their venom in my comments!
This is unamerican. And uncanadian. Unblogian. (To quote Burgh Baby, it's a word because I said it's a word!) How dare you all!!!!! Peeps rock. If I were all soft and marshmallowy (STFU Poodlehead!!!) I would marry Peeps.
Especially the purple ones. Oh how I love the purple ones.
And now? Peeps aren't just for Easter anymore. You can
But where I can reach them, of course.
Punkin loves Peeps, too. I thought a lot of my readers, but now I just don't know. Next thing you know you'll tell me you are all republicans, hate cats and laugh at people who put ketchup on their steak.
Geeze. Give me a damn break. If any of your haters want to unload your unloved Peeps I'll send you my address.
Did I bitch enough that someone may send me an anonymous package full of Peeps and ask me to shut the hell up now? 'Cause you know that's what I'm aiming for.....
If you aren't one of those haters I was talking about, you can go here and join the Peeps fan club. You know, and be one of the cool kids.