Where my peeps at?
Yes, it's true: we had a Peep jousting competition at work. Frankly, it sounds a little more fun than it was. This is largely due to how much work we had going on. We had to steal our small moments for marshmallow death matches where we could.
The concept is simple: two Peeps face off against one another in a battle to the death. Each sugary combatant is armed with a toothpick, which they tend to wield on the right-hand side. The ring in which the battle occurs is a plate placed into a microwave. The microwave causes the Peeps to expand, and as they grow, one will tend to dispatch the other with its lance. This Peep is the winner.
In our competition, the winner of a round was permitted to eat both the victor and the vanquished foe. The loser was often heartbroken and inconsolable.
Many Peeps fell in battle before it was all over. It is, it turns out, excruciatingly easy to tie in this event, and I was sort of declared the winner after a couple of these evenly-matched battles left us with no remaining warriors willing to take up the toothpick.
Sundry had what seems to have been a better run competition, (and I think her pictures are better as well) although she seems not have allowed bunnies to participate in the battles themselves. Instead, they were forced to watch.
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It's amazing how sweets can brighten up an otherwise dull work day. Last week we had a contest to see who could catch the most Maltesers in their mouth.
I've also had Twinkie on my desk since January - we're seeing how long we can keep it before it starts to go bad. This isn't a game, per say, but more of a science experiment.
Damn, I missed all the fun.
I can not begin to tell you how disturbed I am by the man eating. Really. I couldn't leave a comment for hours. I think that photo needs to go on 'my list.'
The other man has a very nice shaped head, which kind of makes up for it, but I am worried for him. Please make him happy.
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Katie: Hope you're patient. Those things last for years and years.
GT: Yes, but only by coincidence. We were supposed to do it Monday, but Dirk forgot the Peeps.
Caroline: I shall see what I can do about the sad man.
I can't believe you would willingly leave a job with so little supervision.
It's hard to think of anything that would be worse to eat than nuked peeps.
I love this! I want to be a peepist. Where can I get Peeps in England?
Fine job, Maht. Well done.
I think the black and white photographs actually add a touch of class. Offer dignity to the fallen Peeps.
Is that you consuming the Peeps? I love that photo. I want to hang that photo on my wall.
Minx: Here's the website of the Peep-machers: http://www.marshmallowpeeps.com/
They may just have a warehousefull they'd be willing to send you.
HinSF: I don't really work here, is the thing. Nuked Peeps are surprisingly good, if you get to them before they harden. They taste a bit like cotton candy.
Minx: I am not aware of any Peep vendors in England, but Sundry can help you. She's given you an address that might help you.
Sundry: Yes, I thought maybe making the pics black and white would lend a false air of dignity to the proceedings.
Man eating Peeps is my friend Jack, freshly returned to work following back surgery.
Aww, that reminds me...the Easter Bunny didn't leave me any Peeps this year. No marshmellowy goodness for me. :(
SilverN: Sorry to hear. Easter Bunny didn't bring me anything, though. I had to dispatch an aide to purchase the Peeps for the competition. Perhaps there's still candy left at your local store. Deeply discounted, of course.
What an enlightening week it has been for me. I think my life has been lacking all these years and I now regret the decision to get rid of my microwave. Oh no that's ok you have to do this at work!
Ver: Yes. No point doing something like this at home. It has a special thrill when one should really be doing other things.
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