Peeps Gone Wild...

Listen to this little tale about these five chicks (above) and their crazy Saturday night out. They're ready to rock'n'roll, so they head out to the swankiest club Tinseltown has to offer, you know, that hotspot with the revolving dance floor (below).

They drink. They dance. They sweat. They get funky:

We mean really funky:

One of them wakes up Sunday morning with a really bad hangover and says, "I feel like poop. Like a big glob of pink poop."

Moral of the story? For those of you who celebrate, have a great Easter Sunday.

('Cause nothing says "holiest day of the Christian calendar" better than pink Peeps, right?)

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Peeps can actually be cooked into something well worth eating, but there's an even better technique:

http://soupboneknits.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-i-have-been-working-on.html
(scroll to the bottom).

Sorry about the lack of link creating abilities.

Reply | April 16, 2006 11:45 PM

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Peeps can actually be cooked into something well worth eating, but there's an even better technique:

http://soupboneknits.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-i-have-been-working-on.html
(scroll to the bottom).

Sorry about the lack of link creating abilities.

Reply | April 16, 2006 11:46 PM

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