Noooooooooo! Don’t do it! For the love of GOD!!!
Heck is where you go when you don’t believe in Gosh.
These things are fuckin’ nasty.
I don’t see what the big deal is, I really don’t.
Marshmallowy goop covered with some sort of crystalline subastance that can’t possibly be sugar because it tastes like turpentine.
They are rendered in colors that in the wild suggest “Stay away! Poison!” much like the skin of the yellow-toed fire-backed tree frog of the Amazon.
What possesses people to buy and eat these horrible pseudosweets and feed them to their children I don’t know.
They are very obviously noxious.
“Winners never quit and quitters never win, but those who never win and never quit are idiots.”
Those frogs are poison?
Well darn. Guess i’d better go brush my tongue.
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Here’s my favorite link on the indestructable peeps.
http://www.learnlink.emory.edu/peep/
Pay attention to the solubility testing.
I was chillin’ with my peeps in Oaktown…
Whoops, wrong thread.
And here I thought you were my friend! Talking about candy, when you know I’ve given up sugar for Lent!
MEAN! MEAN! MEAN! MEAN! MEAN!
<sobbing, purplebear runs from the room>
You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.
PEEPS! PEEPS!! PEEEEEEEEPSSSSSSSSSSS!!!
I love those things. My ex-roomie had a box of pink ones that had been in the fridge God knows how long. They were there when she moved out - and I ate ‘em the next day. Oh God, that was some good eatin’! Just caught sight of the Giant Peeps Bunny on the shelved in Rite-Aid yesterday afternoon. I say we tie up all the anti-Peeps forces and forcefeed 'em just one Giant Bunny each. That oughta teach 'em a lesson!
All I wanna do is to thank you, even though I don’t know who you are…
Grab a row of the rabbit shaped ones.
Stuff row in mouth.
Masticate.
Swallow.
Repeat for at least two boxes.
Nothing difficult about it. 
Letting my inner child run loose and break things.
I rarely eat Peeps anymore but was quite fond of them in earlier days. Open package, sit on closet shelf for a minimum of three weeks, eat when crunchy on the outside and chewy in the middle. I think the longest I ever let them stale (is that a verb?) was eight months (Christmas Peeps).
Bunny Peeps are much better than chick Peeps because of the ears - kind of the filet mignon of the Peep.
I read last year that, based on the sales data of the company who makes Peeps, the “average” American consumes 743 Peeps in his or her lifetime. Make of it what you will.
But I don’t want to pay the penalty.
I just want to go home.
Just goes to show that no matter how odd you think your behavior might be, there are dozens if not hundreds of people with this same oddity or some variation. Here my friend & I thought we were the ONLY people in the world eating stale peeps, and here we are just part of a VAST THRONG. Makes ya wonder!
True story—my friend Michael was walking through Times Square with his Mom when he was about six years old. This was back in the early '70s, when Times Square was really skanky. He passed by a porn theater called “Peep Land,” and shrieked to his appalled mother, “Oh—Mom—we gotta go in there and get some Peeps!” To the vast amusement of the passersby, of course.
With a little editing, I think we can determine why y’all like these things so much. All direct quotes in the order in which they appear in this thread:
Freud would be so proud!
Sig! Sig a Sog! Sig it loud! Sig it Strog! – Karen Carpenter with a head cold
Doctor Jackson, do you have to have a woman come in once a month to clean out your mind?
She’d probably just gather all the clutter into a big, plastic biohazard bag and dump it here on the board anyway. There just aren’t many places left to dispose of that kind of stuff anymore. I guess I was just trying to cut out the middlewoman.
I shall begin collecting resumes and checking references immediately.
Last Easter was the first one I spent in my current apartment. I was thrilled to discover that the overly warm, dry air that give me nasty headaches just happens to cause my Peeps to turn rock hard that much faster. Peeps are “ripe” when they’re hard enough to chip a tooth if you aren’t careful.
And you must always eat the head first, be it bunny or cute little chick.
Gamera is really neat, he is full of turtle meat, we’ve been eating Gam-er-aaaa…
Peeps gross out…DO NOT READ THIS BEFORE AFTER OR DURING A LARGE MEAL!!
I once received a care package from Grandma((I was 21 and in the service at the time but she was still sending me 5$ on my birthday too…LOL)). In this package,among other things,was a large package of yellow peeps.
That evening I went to a local bar and had a few.((ok…I got trashed,I admit it)) I arrived back at my room REALLY hungry.The only thing edible in my room was the peeps.
I wolfed down the whole package and fell into a stupor.I woke up 2 hours later with that all to urgent “I’m gonna hurl” feeling.
I raced to the bathroom and drove the bus!
But this was no normal hurl…it was a PEEP hurl! I was pulling thick ropes of marshmallow out of my mouth as fast as I could…The ropes were hanging…OH the HUMANITY! IT was awful!
<looks around nervously>
um…but if everyone likes their peeps and bunnies stale, and that’s ok…
then does anyone else pretend that they’re screaming while you eat them? ("Nooooo! My ears! For the love of God, NOOOOO<chomp!> ) I think that’s the best part…
Windows: Just another pane in the glass
peeps can be summed up simply by one word…
YUCK!
Kinooning it up for 20 years and counting
Mrs. Rastahomie, who hates peeps, came up with a clever way of eating them a week or two ago.
She skewered one on a fork and then held the aim-a-flame up to it for a good 2 minutes. The fire carmelized the outer coating of sugar, making it quite hard. The marshmallow interior had melted, giving the peep a nice, roasted marshmallow taste. The entire process created something akin to a s’more, with a hard, sugary shell and a gooey marshmallow interior. All in all, it was tolerable (for a peep).
My $.02
Didn’t anyone else think this thread was referring to cannibalism?
“We are here for this – to make mistakes and to correct ourselves, to withstand the blows and to hand them out.” Primo Levi