Sunday, February 22, 2009

Jeepers Creepers, 'Tis The Season Of PEEPers

It's PEEP season! Fresh PEEPS, straight from the factory. PEEPS so soft and tender that they melt in your mouth. Pink, yellow, purple, blue, green, and orange PEEPS are stacked on end displays at The Devil's Playground. It's rainin' PEEPS! You gotta getcha some!

I, myself, prefer the bunny PEEPS. Those sugary, squooshy little bunnies are hillbilly caviar. My boys won't eat them, though. Do I care? Nope! More PEEPS for me! That ol' Easter Bunny can haul a wheelbarrow full of PEEPS to the Mansion, and I won't complain. Bring 'em on!

What's the matter with my boys? They will eat Betty Crocker frosting right out of the tub, suck down those Cadbury runny eggs like they're goin' out of style, pick the Magic Marshmallows right out of the Lucky Charms--but you can't get a PEEP into them. Oh, well. That's their loss--and my gain.

The good thing about the bunnies is that they're not deviant social miscreants like their distant cousins, the snowmen. Remember this?

Yeah. That was just OH SO WRONG. Shame, shame, Snowmen. Nobody wants to see your business all pokin' out like that. Let's hope that the PEEP indoctrination camp cures you by next Christmas. Or should I say, 'by the day after next Thanksgiving,' because that's when you will likely make your debut.

That, or the day after Halloween.


Stewed Hamm said...

That's my loyal constituency you're maligning there, HM. Those SnowPeeps totally would have voted for me in Big Blogger 2.

Hillbilly Mom said...

A Boy Named STEW,
Be careful what you brag about, Stew. I won't ask if you won't tell. Not that there's anything wrong with that...

I sure do miss that Big Blogger 2 house and all the housemates. Not to mention Diva's pool boy, Carlos.