Thursday, February 21, 2013


You officially have no life when you start making Peep dioramas about death.
What do you do when your relatives become flesh-hungry zombies and you don't have the heart to kill them (again)? Put 'em in a barn and feed them live chicks!

Finger-lickin' good!
Bird braaaaaains!
Peeps weep at the funeral for a fellow confectionery icon.
"He was just a kid." (Sniff, sniff)

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