Because I’m too lazy to look it up myself, could you explain the “crack the egg thing” chair? When I watched the movie (I was made too! I’m too manly to watch such chick-flick drivel on my own! Really!) I figured it was some traditionm but then they didn’t lay everthing out and explain every subtle nuance.
Peep Jousting. Check. Thanks for the idea Casey.
Ever had a Peep fight?
Imagine about two dozen twisted individuals (yours truly included), a freshwater river, inner tubes, water pistols (a few folk had the giant-sized Super Soakers, and an unlimited supply of water from the river), and a couple hundred Zip-loc bags of marshmallow Peeps in all colors and forms.
Imagine said twisted individuals flinging soggy Peeps at each other while floating down the aforementioned river in the aforementioned inner tubes.
Imagine said twisted individuals skeet shooting (sPeep shooting?) with said waterguns while floating down the aforementioned river in the aforementioned inner tubes.
Imagine washing soggy Peep-remains out of ones hair and off ones body.
With the exception of the last, the best time I ever had with Peeps. Ever.
My brother has had a peep’s head impaled on a chopstick for several years now. It graces the centerpiece on our dinner table every year.
Wow.
And here I thought I was the only Peep freak out there(well not the only one but…anyway).
I just about PEED m’pants when I read that the Peep bus is coming to Dallas/FW the week of May 12-18.WOOHOO!
Mmm…Peeps…sugary goodness. I love the chicks but the bunnies are good too.I eat the ears first.
IDBB
I like peeps as a concept, but I think they’re disgusting to eat.
the term p33pz has jumped the snark
Little known fact: one of the listed ingredients of Peeps is Carnuba Wax.
Ceci n’est pas une Peep.
I posted this link over in the Lord of the Rings by other authors page, and now it seems to be down. I hope it’s not slashdotted.
the egg thing.
in most orthodox churches you are given a red hard boiled egg at the end of the pascal service. once you leave the church proper, you start to play “crack the egg.” one person holds the egg tightly in a fist while the other tries to crack it with the egg clutched in their fist. you keep going until your egg cracks. the loser has to eat the egg immediatly 'cause it is blessed and must be eaten and the shells buried.
i’m not sure which is more fun, cracking eggs; or watching little old russian ladies run about gathering egg shells so they can be properly buried.
I love Peeps toasted over the campfire. The sugar coating becomes a lovely glaze.
Stale ones toast best. Fresh ones get soft and oozy before they can glaze over properly. Stale ones still look like birds when they’re done.