"I'm going to have ten peeps for dessert."
or
"five peeps is only 140 calories!"
or
"who bit the head of my peeps?!"
or more recently
"I can't stale my peeps in florida, it's too humid."
so distraught over the humidity was my mom last year, that I bought her a box of just borns, and I'm staling them right now on top of my refrigerator for when she gets home.
much of my childhood memory is laden with peeps. I have flashes of my mom walking over to the fridge, grabbing a box, and gently pinching the little peep heads to see if they were stale enough.
more vivid was the time I helped my father sabotage a box of peeps, by smearing them on the bathroom mirror and writing in lipstick something along the lines of 'REDRUM'. Other peep sabotage included, sticking a knife in the box, running them over with the car, and of course biting all the heads off. My father is a brutal man. I wouldn't be surprised if a bloody peep head showed up in her bed sheets at least once.
smashed or headless, as long as their yellow and stale and in the shape of a chicken.

some peep culture:
http://www.marshmallowpeeps.com/
the official peep website
http://www.peepresearch.org/
research studying the affects of various elements on peeps
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/photo/gallery/070402/GAL-07Apr02-69859/index.html
a gallery of peeps in dioramas
http://www.topoimagery.com/peeps/
cooking with peeps
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnH9J-2MIQ0
various peep meets microwave videos
http://mattymatty.blogspot.com/2007/04/death-to-peeps.html
official peep torture
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