Fun With Peeps

I’ve never cared for Marshmallow Peeps. When I was a kid, from time to time I would receive them in an Easter basket, but they would never be eaten.  After a time, the little Peeps would become stale, and harden up, and at that point the little Peeps would become instruments of war between my brothers and I.  Duck projectiles.

Claire Wolfe has found another use for Peeps.  As shooting targets.

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