Someone of a daughterly disposition is asking for a favour. She requires Peeps, for the purpose of pushing back the boundaries of human knowledge in scientific research for which the usual twin studies are not sufficient. She is hoping that someone within the US is willing to order a convenient shippable quantity of Peeps (whatever that is... a metric shitton or whatever), and then ship them across the big water to Upsidedownyland in exchange for reimbursement in terms of the shiny milk-bottle-tops that we use here as currency.
Usual suspects are usual.
UPDATE: Bleg is now noncupatory. Here to thank everyone is a Bonus Turdicken.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
"For the good of mankind"
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Yes, Jennifer is likely in possession of Peeps already. Of varying vintages.
Did you light the J-Signal? It's the one shaped like a spider.
Arent' Peeps those horrid little dayglo pink and yellow marshmallow concoctions in the shape of baby chickens that accentuate the fakery of plastic grass in Easter baskets? Together they form a synthetic visual nightmare to celebrate the execution of Christianity's dear Lord?
No, Peeps are fun!
Um, and I think they are celebrating the dear lord's zombification or something..
Nothing says "Happy zombie jeebus day" quite as well a sugar-coated-marshmallow chick.
Oh, and they now offer a new item -- a hollow chocolate egg with the peep inside. Ain't technology grand?
You put a peep in a turkey and it's a turdpeep.
And if you put a poop in the peep first, it's a turdpeeppoopin.
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I heard that, ZRM... Thank gawd they don't make Peep Speedras.
on wiley's mention, someone had slipped a .. "he died for us " .. under the front door of our walk up here a few days ago , i took out the pen that i always carry tucked in the back of my skirting (never carry a purse , just a pen ) and i changed it to she ..
oh that pie looks nice on my head , thanks jennifer ..
Ceci n'est pas un Peep.
Is daughter making a prom dress?
I do believe a peep is a baby chicken. fuzzy. yellow. The name comes from the little sound they make when content; or alarmed for that matter. Dip them in chocolate if you must. Jesus don't like no fattys.
tom waits
oh and that bald head feeling nice /'ly .. up against my swan's neck ,/ oscar p.
Ostensibly so, Mike, but look at how so many Christians symbolically (and sometimes literally)nail themselves to crosses.
A child in my day care class looked long and hard in great puzzlement at a sixteenth century Dutch painting of Lamentations in my art history textbook. When she figured it out she blurted, "I know why they're crying! Somebody took Jesus off of the cross!" Having had a lot of unfortunate experience with evangelical churches in my childhood, I can assure you that her interpretation was valid.
You shouldn't nail people to crosses is an unpossible interpretation for Old Testament Christians.
Did you get any Peeps offers? Peeps exist here.
Sources have volunteered. The issue now is postage... if the cost of mailing them is twice the cost of the products themselves, it becomes silly. The Doktorling tells me that the need for Peeps is not urgent and can wait until we know of someone visiting NZ from North America, or passing through North America on the way back from elsewhere. That someone else might well turn out to be me.
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