I like my Peeps to look like a birthday cake backstage at a Kesha concert.
I like my Peeps to tell their mom that they’re going to Madison’s to stay overnight but really be sneaking into a Zedd’s Dead show with a fake ID the night before New Year’s Eve.
I like my Peeps to be picked up off the ground of a Boystown street in June.
I like my Peeps to have “Costume accessory, Saturday Night Fever” on their resume.
I like my Peeps to bring the flask to the art museum.
I like my Peeps to say things like, “I’m not sure, but this dealer’s never let me down before.”
I like my Peeps to know the spots in Panama City Beach where locals go.
I like my Peeps to learn their first big life lesson after they lose $600 buying counterfeit Tomorrowland tickets.
I like my Peeps to taste best if you eat them under a black light.
– They’re Peeps, man.
– There is a very slight vanilla flavoring, it tastes like a faint bit of frosting or cake batter.
– The glitter coloring provides a slightly smoother mouthfeel compared to it’s more granular forefathers. A nice little treat.