Peep season is here!

Nothing says "death and subsequent resurrection of our lord and savior Jesus Christ" like sugary baby animals, people. I'm talking about Peeps, the best part of every Easter season*. Of course, I don't eat them during Easter -- I just buy them, then stash them in a cupboard until they're suitably stale. If there was a way to maintain a fresh Peep's supple marshmallow interior, yet give it the unrelenting crusty shell of a 2-month-old Peep, I think we'd be well on the way to a cure for cancer. For now, though, I just have to accept the relative perfection of a gracefully aged Peep.

Today, I was given a reason to buy twice as many Peeps and enjoy some of them straight out of the box.

Peep jousting.

Watch for it to become the world's next Olympic sport -- it's that good. Here's how it works. Take two Peeps, both alike in dignity, and stick a toothpick into each one's chest. Set them facing each other in the microwave, a few inches apart, and set phasers to stun. As the Peeps inflate, one will inevitably become impaled on the other's toothpick. Instant deflation and defeat are the twin results.

Repeat the process, because Peeps are cheap and this is fun. For best results, invite friends over, become mildly inebriated, and place wagers. Happy Easter.


*And not the retarded flattened rabbit Peeps, either. I want the original pillowy chick Peeps.