Guess what's coming to the Nation's Capitol, sistas and mistas???!!!
PEEPS! PEEPS! PEEPS!
Yesterday, the Sassistas! learned the first Peeps & Co store is opening RIGHT DOWN THE ROAD FROM WHERE WE LIVE! Needless to say, we're sassless! But soon we won't be peepless!
It is scheduled to open in November (we're getting in line some time over the weekend) at National Harbor in a prime 3,500-square-foot location that sits, according to a news release, directly in front of Seward Johnson's 100-foot statue "The Awakening" -- an enormous giant crawling out of the earth. Now we know what the giant is crawling out for! Wouldn't you do the same?
We know your next question . . . why a store? An ENTIRE store for PEEPS? Work with us, peeple! Work with us! The store will sell a full complement of Peeps paraphernalia: T-shirts with Peeps dressed up as the Village People, plush Peeps in the traditional chick and bunny shapes, Peeps pillows, pens and key chains, and even Peeps china -- some of it is made by Lenox! The Sassistas! got tears in their eyes when we read that and plan to immediately register our names at the Peeps & Co store to make gift-giving much easier for the sistas and mistas!
On a more serisass note, this historical occasion got us pondering about the profound influence of Peeps on human culture since the beginning of time. Isn't it possible that famous landmarks that we assumed were artifacts, etc. from other cultures were AT ONE TIME PEEPS? Click here and look closely. Centuries ago, those were PEEPS!
We're certain that other archeological and cultural landmarks from the beginning of time were once PEEPS. Please share what you find in your own sassearch!
A HUGE SASSLUTE TO MATISSTA WHO CREATED THE PEEP AWAKENING IMAGE IN THE CENTER OF THIS POST.
SASSTERFUL!
Posted by: Flannista | July 10, 2009 at 05:51 AM
Most folks believe the following image is an ancient Chinese tomb. But look closely. Them's was PEEPS at one time:
http://www.chinainfoonline.com/images/ancientrelics/AncientFigurines/006.jpg
Posted by: Flannista | July 10, 2009 at 05:55 AM
I've heard rumor that the Mona Lisa's sublime expression is due to the fact that a 'peep' is dissolving slowly in her mouth.
Posted by: Carolyn | July 10, 2009 at 08:29 AM
I should start my research for my newest book, When Peeps Walked the Earth. Then follow it with, The Rise and Fall of the Peepian Empire.
Good work, Matiss.
Get those microwaves ready, folks! We'll soon have more Peeps than we can explode.
Posted by: half-a-sista | July 10, 2009 at 08:30 AM
Carolyn and half-a: both of your comments have unearthed even MORE ways that PEEPS have influenced human evolution and development:
ART and LITERATURE
Please share more of what you discover today!
Posted by: Flannista | July 10, 2009 at 08:56 AM
Now we know what this famous emperor was hiding:
http://symonsez.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/napoleon_bonapartes_portrait.jpg
Posted by: Flannista | July 10, 2009 at 08:59 AM
I swear to sweet Jesus that the thing on this guy's head was once a PEEP and at one time, his title was His Holiness, THE PEEP:
http://photos.upi.com/story/t/6da8bcdf2e9197440b51a8a8790175e1/Popes-speech-draws-criticism-from-gays.jpg
Posted by: Flannista | July 10, 2009 at 09:02 AM
The picture of Napoleon demonstrates the old "Peep in the Hand" trick that the emperor refined over many years. He would take a peep and then ram his hand in his jacket. "In which hand do I hold the peep, ma cher et mon cherie?" he would ask. The two people knew how to catch him so on one would choose the right hand and one would choose the left. He would open his left hand...no Peep. He would take his right hand out of his jacket and open it...no Peep. They would demand to see inside his coat...no Peep. Where did the Peep go? In the secretary the emperor always stood next to when he did the trick.
The pictures of Pope Ratslinger reminds me of an old joke. A pope with a Peep on his head walks into a psychiatrist's office. "Doc, I have this problem." Psychiatrist: "I can see that. You want me to get that chicken off your head, don't you?" Man: "Oh, no. I need the eggs." Hence the reason that people like the pope wear symbolic peeps on their head.
Posted by: half-a-sista | July 10, 2009 at 09:14 AM
In this image, check out the very back row left, in front of the left door. Yep, there they are, declaring their independence:
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/23192670_e51fb65486.jpg
Posted by: Flannista | July 10, 2009 at 09:15 AM
Hardly a peep out of anyone else this morning, huh?
Do you know the latest fashion rage among teenage peeps? They dress in clothes that make them look like giant eyes or, for the more committed, they have giant eyes tattooed on their breasts.
Do you know what their favorite song is?
Jeepers, creepers, where'd you get those peepers? Jeepers, creepers, where'd get those eyes?
Posted by: half-a-sista | July 10, 2009 at 09:18 AM
The pink bunny peep parents have taken to naming their baby boy bunny peeps: Harvey, in honor of the six foot rabbit that was Jimmy Stewart's friend. White trash peep parents name their boys, Bugs. Hippie peep parents name their boys and girls, White (Rabbit). Christian fundamentalist bunny peep parents name their sons, Peter (Rabbit). Western bunny peep parents like Jack.
Okay, time to get to writing and stop this peepful pleasure of perverse peculiarity. Peeps to all!
Posted by: half-a-sista | July 10, 2009 at 09:23 AM
"Ma cher et mon cherie"?
Man, half-a: you're classin' up the joint. What can I say except, "Tu es betes comme tes pieds!"
Thanks, too, for providing a reason for that thing on the Pope's head. I'll never look at him the same way, particularly at Easter -- when all PEEPS come out of hiding.
Posted by: Flannista | July 10, 2009 at 09:23 AM
Do you know what Peeps is in French? Les Peeps. Spanish? Los Peeps. German? Die Peepen. In Microwave? peeeeeEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPP********!
Posted by: half-a-sista | July 10, 2009 at 09:29 AM
Get to your writing, half-a, for PEEPS sake.
Posted by: Flannista | July 10, 2009 at 09:32 AM
HOLY PEEPS!
THE SASSISTAS! JUST REMEMBERED THAT TODAY IS WESTSISTA'S BIRTHDAY!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WEST!
WE LOVE YOU! xoxoxo
Posted by: Flannista | July 10, 2009 at 10:09 AM
Vous avez le cervau d'un sandwich au Peeps!
Posted by: Chrysosistah | July 10, 2009 at 10:11 AM
Bon appepeep, Chryso!
Posted by: Flannista | July 10, 2009 at 10:18 AM
Clearly the Minoans knew about peeps, at least the bunny ones...
http://highlightskidsplus.com/Stories/NonFiction/images/NF0300_ancientDisk.gif
CONSASSIONAL: I've never had a peep, never wanted a single thing that candy company makes - I know, candy snob...will you still love me in the morning?
Posted by: Chrysosistah | July 10, 2009 at 10:23 AM
Happy Birthday, West!! Hope you have a MAHvelous day!
Posted by: Chrysosistah | July 10, 2009 at 10:24 AM
Not ancient, but just too cute...
http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/funny-pictures-cat-eats-marshmallow-peep.jpg
Posted by: Chrysosistah | July 10, 2009 at 10:29 AM
Chryso, didn't the Minoans keep a peep in a labyrinth under the capital? The Peepotaur. Every year the Minoans would send a virgin into the maze as an offering to it. Only Thepeepus survived. I think he slew the Minotaur with a microwave.
Peeppeep peeppeep peep peep!
Peeppeep peeppeep peep peep!
Peeppeep peeppeep, peep PEEP-PEEP-PEEP!
Peeppeep peeppeep peep peep.
The Peepian Tabernacle Choir singing, Happy Birthday to West.
Tres bonne! Un sandwich au peeps au poupon Dijon, s'il vous plait.
What is a variety show for Peeps called? A Peep show.
I think a Peeps retail store would make a lot of money in the urban core of a lot of cities. Everyone always asked, "Where's my Peeps?" Now they will know at least in Peep Harbor.
Posted by: half-a-sista | July 10, 2009 at 10:38 AM
Thanks for your sassearch on the Minoans, Chryso -- you are correct. They did know about PEEPS!
And yeah, we'll still love you in the mornin', even if you don't eat PEEPS, but think it's okay to give them to cats.
Posted by: Flannista | July 10, 2009 at 10:39 AM
Here's your birthday cake, Westsista!
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYi7NTeg8V0/SdgnLRjbqdI/AAAAAAAABZ4/7wpS8np1XgE/s320/Peep+Cake+Add+Peeps.JPG
Posted by: Flannista | July 10, 2009 at 10:43 AM
A 1960's singing group full of terminally joyful teenaged Peeps? Up with Peeps.
A Peeps turkey? A Peeping Tom.
"Ein Peep. Zwei Peepen. Drei peepen. Vier Peepen. Funf Peepen." A Peep Packer on a German assembly line.
Laugh and the world laughs with you. Peep and you peep alone.
I never met a Peep I didn't like. Will Rogers
Is that a Peep in your pocket or are you just glad to see me? Mae West
It was the best of Peeps. It was the worst of Peeps. From a "Tale of Two Peeps"
Foie de Peeps au tarragon. Peeps a la Orange. Peeps a la Mode. Peeps in Black Bean Sauce. Peeps on a Stick. Peep Pie. For some reason I'm hungry and its not even time to eat.
Posted by: half-a-sista | July 10, 2009 at 10:45 AM
Flann, as a cultural anthropologist of some unknown...no, that's not the right word...renown...that's the word, the picture that you have tagged as Westsista's birthday cake is really a picture of some cultural significance.
In 1925, July 2 (to be exact) the natives of a small island in the South Peepcific had gathered for their traditional holiday dance. While standing in a circle, a plane flew overhead and dropped a box of Peeps (about 100,000 of them) into the exact middle of their ceremonial circle. The Peep told his Peeple that the Goddess Peep had sent them a sign.
Every year since 1925 they have gathered on July 2 in that circle to wait for another sign from the Goddess Peep. None has come. Fortunately they have enough peeps to last them for awhile.
I'm thinking of opening a small retail store on Papeepe in the South Peepcific.
Posted by: half-a-sista | July 10, 2009 at 10:54 AM