[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.
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