I remember when my Peeps obsession began. Sometime around senior year, gigantic, plush, pink peeps spied on a random trip to Party City made me go a bit soft, (almost like when peeps duke it out in the microwave with toothpicks). That year, Amsterdam and Stockholm were born (well, bought) and many strange Peeps photos (along with more Peeps-inspired gifts) ensued. Easter will never be the same. Apparently I'm not the only one who feels this way. From the Washington Post diorama contest, to Peeps sushi, if you can think of it, it probably exists.
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