PEEPZILLA LIVES!

The neighbors have started a war. What was their family battle has spilled over to the innocent, and now the ultimate weapon must be unleashed. Let me catch you up. 

My neighbors-two-doors-over had an ongoing feud with the wife's sister. She hates all things Peep oriented. Her belief is that there is something just not right with peeps. This fear led to disgust and then, outright disdain. And so, the neighbors did the only thing they could do. They tortured her. Each holiday, they send her a box of peeps. They gave her a blue stuffed rabbit peep for Easter one year, a t-shirt with a picture of some peep chicks that reads Hangin' with my Peeps another year. Her defense has been to save the offending objects and resend them to the neighbors the next holiday, or the next year. 

As you know, DJ LOVES peeps that have been properly shelf baked to the appropriate level of staleness. The neighbors having learned this information decided to load DJ's mailbox with several boxes of their years-old-hockey-puck-hard peeps. What a cruel trick to let her think she would have some lovely peeps to shelf bake. Only for her to discover the inedibility of every last one.  Well, DJ decided not to get mad, but to get even instead. And so, Peepzilla was born. 

He will be the Grand Prize in the egg hunt DJ is throwing for the neighbor's children on Easter. The best part is that the peeps were attached using edible corn syrup. So, when the kiddies ask if they can eat the peeps, there will be no reason to say no. The kids will be bouncing off of the walls for hours and hours and hours. Oh the humanity. But hey, they started it. Mwahahahahahaha! Run for your life! Its Peepzilla!!!!!!