Peep Joust, Inspired by You Tube (see "Peep Wars")
Yeah, this is how I spent the night before Easter.
Once upon a time there was a Peep dude. His name was JImbo Bobbins, but everyone called him JimBob. He had a special best friend named Edward. They were the very, very best of bosom buds.
One day they met a nice lady named Malia. She was pretty cool, and super-hot. But not just ANY kind of hot. She was Marilyn Monpeep hot. The boys felt their marshmallow blood begin to boil. (This wasn't really a good thing, since everyone knows about the dreaded Peep skin condition, Caramelizidosis, or the heat-inspired coalescing of their protective sugar coating into a hard shiny shell. Hard to fight Peeply battles when your skin has frozen you into place for eternity.)
Naturally, this led to a burly battle, Peep-to-Peep, over the lovely Ms. Malia. She seemed nonplussed, even when they whipped out their mega-tech lightsabers of DOOM. You see, even though Edward was a bit cross-eyed (JimBob lovingly used to call him Igor, on occasion) he was in fact a crazy evil genius who loved Star Wars. The Robot Chicken episode was the great equalizer: even chicken look-alikes can achieve greatness with the power of the Force.
You've been a good friend, said JimBob to Edward, trying to impart the care he still felt for his best peepfriend. But Ms. Malia is the shiz, and I want to make little 'shmallow peeplets with her.
I understand, said Edward, glistening gently, his sugary skin already beginning to gel. But my peeply loins can stand it no longer! I cannot spend another night with that damn Cadbury bunnybiotch!
And so it must be, said JimBob. May the Force be with you.
My Force is gonna be all over your FACE! Edward cried.
The battle was on. Ms. Malia still seemed unimpressed.
The battle raged:
Peep Joust
Originally uploaded by pbj_sushi
When all was done, and the dust cleared, two huddled masses remained, their love for hawt Malia slowly flowing out of their sweet sticky centers. Their lightsabers strained at the sky, seemingly worried that they would be cemented in their massive cooling bodies forever.
Eww. Malia said, nearly gagging at the stench of burned artificially-colored sugary Peepskin. She pulled the lightsabers free and stood over them thoughtfully. Maybe I should have told them about my amazing girlfriend...
THE END
I'm sorry the video's silent. There was a lot of me cheering and laughing like a moron in it, which might have been cute, except I made ONE ill-conceived comment that I can't quite figure out how to edit out, and I would rather not upload such foolishness to the entire interwebz community. Sooooooo yes. I'm sorry we all wasted our lives on that, but wasn't it fun?? :)
P.S. I've been trying for an hour to get rid of the div at the end of "THE END". Apparently I lose SO BAD tonight.
Once upon a time there was a Peep dude. His name was JImbo Bobbins, but everyone called him JimBob. He had a special best friend named Edward. They were the very, very best of bosom buds.
One day they met a nice lady named Malia. She was pretty cool, and super-hot. But not just ANY kind of hot. She was Marilyn Monpeep hot. The boys felt their marshmallow blood begin to boil. (This wasn't really a good thing, since everyone knows about the dreaded Peep skin condition, Caramelizidosis, or the heat-inspired coalescing of their protective sugar coating into a hard shiny shell. Hard to fight Peeply battles when your skin has frozen you into place for eternity.)
Naturally, this led to a burly battle, Peep-to-Peep, over the lovely Ms. Malia. She seemed nonplussed, even when they whipped out their mega-tech lightsabers of DOOM. You see, even though Edward was a bit cross-eyed (JimBob lovingly used to call him Igor, on occasion) he was in fact a crazy evil genius who loved Star Wars. The Robot Chicken episode was the great equalizer: even chicken look-alikes can achieve greatness with the power of the Force.
You've been a good friend, said JimBob to Edward, trying to impart the care he still felt for his best peepfriend. But Ms. Malia is the shiz, and I want to make little 'shmallow peeplets with her.
I understand, said Edward, glistening gently, his sugary skin already beginning to gel. But my peeply loins can stand it no longer! I cannot spend another night with that damn Cadbury bunnybiotch!
And so it must be, said JimBob. May the Force be with you.
My Force is gonna be all over your FACE! Edward cried.
The battle was on. Ms. Malia still seemed unimpressed.
The battle raged:
Peep Joust
Originally uploaded by pbj_sushi
When all was done, and the dust cleared, two huddled masses remained, their love for hawt Malia slowly flowing out of their sweet sticky centers. Their lightsabers strained at the sky, seemingly worried that they would be cemented in their massive cooling bodies forever.
Eww. Malia said, nearly gagging at the stench of burned artificially-colored sugary Peepskin. She pulled the lightsabers free and stood over them thoughtfully. Maybe I should have told them about my amazing girlfriend...
THE END
I'm sorry the video's silent. There was a lot of me cheering and laughing like a moron in it, which might have been cute, except I made ONE ill-conceived comment that I can't quite figure out how to edit out, and I would rather not upload such foolishness to the entire interwebz community. Sooooooo yes. I'm sorry we all wasted our lives on that, but wasn't it fun?? :)
P.S. I've been trying for an hour to get rid of the div at the end of "THE END". Apparently I lose SO BAD tonight.