"The fox knows many things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing."

                --Archilochus

Glenn Reynolds:
"Heh."

Barack Obama:
"Impossible to transcend."

Albert A. Gore, Jr.:
"An incontinent brute."

Rev. Jeremiah Wright:
"God damn the Gentleman Farmer."

Friends of GF's Sons:
"Is that really your dad?"

Kickball Girl:
"Keeping 'em alive until 7:45."

Hired Hand:
"I think . . . we forgot the pheasant."




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Alcoholic Yeti
in the
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Thursday, March 30, 2006

Peeps


In Spring, a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of gooey, sticky, high-calorie munchies with exactly zero food value.

The world is divided into two groups: Those who prefer the interior peeps, and those who prefer their marshmallow chicks from the end. Researchers at G&S have discovered no basis to prefer those from the left end rather than the right end. Our data gathering had to be suspended when Panther Girl began to show signs of bloating.

But Peeps are a serious business. At the Peep Research Center, they have explored the reaction of our tasty friends to cold, to heat, and to low air pressure. They have researched the effects of alcohol and tobacco, and have reported on the successful separation of Peep quintuplets, conjoined at birth.

Consider making a contribution to continue this valuable research.

Comments on "Peeps"

 

Anonymous Anonymous said ... (1:07 PM) : 

And right now, there is still time to enter the annual Peeps as Art contest sponsored by my hometown paper, the Spokesman-Review. Send in your Peeps artwork to them right away.

 

Blogger Selfish Country Music Loving Lady said ... (4:37 AM) : 

Peeps = so awful. The far superior inexplicably Easter-related food is the Cadbury Cream Egg.

 

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