[This is a set of photos I shot a couple of years ago, when leftover Peeps met with free time and boredom. I’ve been meaning to post these for a while, but, you know, I am terrible at updates. *cough* Hi again, by the way.]
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I have a friend who believes any non-yellow Peep is an abomination. Well, let’s see what we can do with these pink abominations, shall we? |
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Hot pot, melted butter, Peeps. |
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Do Peeps suffer from separation anxiety? |
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The heat is on, and the melting begins. |
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Did you know? Peep eyes are made of carnauba wax. |
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The eyes are roaming from Peep to Peep. |
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Alas, poor Peeps; you couldn’t take the heat. |
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“Double, double toil and trouble; … |
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“Fire burn, and caldron bubble.” |
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And Rice Krispies. |
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(I was out of eye of newt.) |
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(No toe of frog, either.) |
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(Where do you get that stuff, anyway? Trader Joe’s?) |
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Yes, I made green ones earlier. Yes, I ate many of them while they were still warm and gooey. |
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Cover shot. (With added yellow Peeps. Even non-abominations can be pressed into Peep Krispy Treats.) |
The Sequel
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This looks promising. |
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For me, not the Peeps. |
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Any last words? |
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Cigarette, perhaps? |
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Looks like a Peep dance club. |
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In hell. |
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Gonna need a skin graft. |
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I can see his insides. |
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Partners in crime. |
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Time for the cover-up. |
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Nothing to see here. |
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Move along. |
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Destroy the evidence, the delicious evidence. |
Thanks. I’ll be back with proper updates soon. Really. Probably. Maybe. Don’t bet the mortgage payment.
Nicely done. Now I'm hungry for peeps… melted peeps.
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