Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
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Oh, poor squashed little Peeps!
I know. It's disgraceful. LOL!
ha ha..thanks for the link! The photo montage was in your honor.
I am truly honored by the display of Peepicide. LOL! Really, thanks, CD. I loved it.
that was great...my daughter sent me a cell phone pic of one that had been microwaved..she said it grew then exploded (glad it wasn't in MY microwave)
It has been rumored that dead stale peeps are the main ingredient in most fruit cakes.
From Easter to Yuletide they ample time to ripen.
LOL, Leelee. Tell your daughter they're much better slow-roasted on a stick over an open flame. A Bic lighter will do in a pinch. They don't explode that way.
I hadn't heard that rumor, Mike, but now that you mention it, it makes a lot of sense. LOL!
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