Someone once told me that there is no neutral stance when it comes to Peeps. Peeps, as in the delicious, disturbingly-florescent marshmallows shaped as chicks and bunnies, sold every year at Easter time. “You either love them or hate them,” she told me as I stood in the grocery line holding several boxes. For the most part I think she was right, though recently I’ve gotten the feeling that I’m the only person over age eight that still loves these things.
What’s your stance? With me? Think I’m a total nut? :)

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