A few years ago I was home for spring break. My family had a couple packages of Peeps sitting on our breakfast bar because Peeps = teh delicious. I picked up a purple bunny and took a bite, as my mom came around the corner and asked me what I was eating. And I said the following:
It’s a peep. A purple peep. I’m a purple peeple eater.
And then I laughed for the rest of the day. Just when I thought it was gone, it slip back into my head (“purple peeple eater”) and I would laugh some more.
That is all.
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