And all you hear are the rusty breezes
I must have looked like I have some kind of serious marshmallow peeps problem when I checked out at the Family Dollar today because the cashier gave me this crazy look (twice!) while she was ringing me up. Me and my shopping basket full of peeps.
For the record, I don't actually have a peeps problem. I take them camping. You ever enjoyed a warm, gooey peep, carefull toasted over a campfire until the sugary outside melts and hardens into a thin candy crust? No? I didn't THINK so, ma'am.
I DON'T HAVE A PEEPS PROBLEM
I CAN STOP ANY TIME
ANY TIME
For the record, I don't actually have a peeps problem. I take them camping. You ever enjoyed a warm, gooey peep, carefull toasted over a campfire until the sugary outside melts and hardens into a thin candy crust? No? I didn't THINK so, ma'am.
I DON'T HAVE A PEEPS PROBLEM
I CAN STOP ANY TIME
ANY TIME
posted by Betsi at 7:30 PM
1 Comments:
Do we still have time to initiate an "abduction and deprogramming", in order to save you from yourself?
Your loving father...by the by, I received some peeps from the bunny on Easter, and your mom wouldn't let me eat them...She said she was saving MY peeps for you!!! For when you go camping! Nuts! I'm a gonna have to do something about that durn bunny...
DAD
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