Mishaps with Peeps:
Anything can happen when peeps are around.
FIRST PRIZE - Dog Eats Chick. Nosey Neighbor is Sickened.
eitram2:
Two years ago when my dog was just about a year old, my husband brought home a box of Peeps. They were little yellow chicks and I loved them. One day my puppy, "Charlie" got a hold of the box, when there were 3 or 4 left in it. He ran out onto the patio chewing away on one of them. I started to chase him, but the phone rang and I got tied up. All of a sudden I heard a shriek from the neighbors house. I didn't pay too much attention as I thought it was the children playing. About 5 minutes later a police car pulled into my drive way and an officer approached the door. He asked if I owned a dog to which I replied that I did. He then asked to see the dog. Well, there on the patio floor laid my little 4 pound dog. I pointed to the dog and asked what the problem was that ahd sent him to my house. He said that they had gotten a call that there was a dog killing baby chicks and chewing them up in this neighborhood. I almost died laughing as I explained that the "dead chicken" was really an Easter Peep!
The officer
took a closer look and sure enough Charlie had a Peep in his mouth with just the body of it hanging out of the corner of his mouth. Then the officer laughed and shook his head. He just apologized for bothering me and walked away carrying a Peep that I handed him. I can not believe that my neighbor thought that I would allow my puupy to kill and eat baby chicks....those Peeps almost got both my dog and myself arrested!
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HEdwardson:
If you guys don't mind a truly disgugting story, here
goes. My aunt ABSOLUTELY hates those yellow chicken
Peeps because she says it looks like you're biting
into a real fuzzy baby chick. Therefore, my Mom and
I tease her every Easter by buying her a box of those
particular Peeps and further harass her by reminding
her of the time I accidentally bit a live chick's head!
To understand how that happened, you must know that
because of my disability, my mouth instinctively
clamps down on whatever's inside it. Anyway, one day
I was lying on my bed playing with some chicks my family
had. One little guy got curious and peeked inside my
mouth, triggering the clamping-down reflex! I quickly
spit him out and yelled to my Mom to come make sure he was
okay. She did inspect him. . . and found holes on either
side of his head! Fortunately, they turned out to be
only his ears, and he soon recovered from his ordeal.
So whenever I even see a chicken Peep, I think of that
poor little chick!
watergod_2:
I'll never forget Easter 1966. I was a young peepaholic. My need for peeps was greater than most. My selfishness and obsession with the little critters was excused do to my young age. I would chew and ooz them thru the gaps in my teeth. Every mouthfull was a new adventure. But this year a threat to my supply was rising. My younger brother had been growing fonder of the mushy wonders. This meant that I may have to share!! So, the morning of Easter I got up early, took all the peeps and hid them outside under the bushes in the front yard. The elders never noticed the missing peeps. The first chance I had I ran outside to uncover my stash. The pile of peeps were covered with ants. The infestation meant very little to this peepaholic. I brushed them off some and started feasting. A few minutes pass, I lick my fingers and head to the house. Before I could climb to the top step I felt a little oogy. I painted the top step with a bright mosaic pattern of peep curd. That would be the last time I put a peep in my mouth. My peepaholism was cured.
Sam_Shade:
Peeps.Ugh, how my stomach churns to think of those sugary confections, their bright, radioactive food coloring poisioning the minds of Americans. However, I once liked Peeps. Once is all it took.
During the Easter of '87, my church put on an Easter celebration, which included various activities, including and egg and candy hunt. I was a smart child, knowing that once the hunt began, my chances for Halloween-like stashes of candy would be dashed, I happened to "stumble" upon the hordes of candy to be used for the hunt. I quickly stuffed my person with as much candy as I could, most of it Peeps. I found a secluded corner and began snarfing down those wonderful explosions of readily available hyperactivity, two bags disappearing nearly instantly.
Quite proud of my gluttony, I returned to the Easter celebration, smiling. A few minutes later, my smile turned into a frown as rumblings started in my stomach. Minutes turned into hours as wave after wave of nuasea washed over me, my complexion paling. (The next few moments I have regretted for the rest of my life.) My sunday school teacher noticed my condition, and approached me, asking if I was ok. I shook my head no, pointing to my distended belly. She took me by the hand and began to lead me towards the church when we were apprehended by a large Easter bunny (my pastor).
I grabbed my stomach with one hand, covering my mouth with the other. An unwitting bunny tried to cheer me up, and I really tried to keep them down, but the Peeps would have their way. I spewed sickly vomit all over both of them, small chunks of yellow and pink streaming violently all over my costumed pastor and sunday school teacher.
From that moment on, I have sworn off the Peeps forever.
YeeHaw359:
I will never forget the Easter Sunday when I was six years old. My Easter basket was overflowing, complete with peeps chicks AND bunnies! It was a gorgeous sunny day, and my mother had bought me the cutest frilliest little Easter dress and bonnet she could find.
I was appalled to learn that I could not have any of my Easter candy until AFTER church was over, so I snuck my peeps bunnies with me and slid them under the back seat. I had plans to savor the sticky sweetness on the way to Grandma's house afterwards.
Thoughts of peeps filled my head as I fidgeted through what must have been an all time record for the preacher. I leafed through the hymnal....I drew peeps on a notepad and then drew them with tiny bites taken out of them...I through spitballs at Tommy Anderson sitting in front of me..
FINALLY...the moment had arrived. I tore out of church rather unladylike, and dashed to the car for my sugar fix.
When my mother finally made her way there, she found me sitting in the back seat staring in awe at one massive bunny with twelve eyeballs, or what appeared to be freckles. My peeps bunnies could not withstand the heat, and melded to become one big peepfest, which i greedily gnawed on the rest of the day. Is it any wonder most of my childhood memories are warped?
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