Mission Accomplished

Great news from Iraq - the war is won. Not, unfortunately, Smirky McFuckface's noble effort to bring democracy, pipelines and $872 Haliburton Army cots to Iraq - that one is still in its final throes. A different war has been won, a softer, sugar-yer war that has been brewing beneath Persia's arid sands (I know Iran is Persia, but it sounds cooler).

The war on marshmallow peeps. And who won the war? Our hero, Abby. Below is combat footage of a marshmallow peep-eating contest that our other hero, Kurt, sent to us. I advise you to play the Star Spangled Banner before going any further.

Ammo is handed out - the mood is tense - the peeps: sweet. So sweet. Kurt is way more excited than the situation warrants.

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Greg lets his peeps hang out like so many rounds of ammunition - Abby, taciturn, looks like the love child of Marlon Brando and a Hummel figurine.

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There are no atheists or non-smokers in a peep-eating contest. Greg is succumbing to the sweet, sweet peeps - Abby is either barfing or winning. Perhaps both.

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Heavy is the head that wears the crown. And fat is the face.

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Go Abby Go! And Kurt! And Greg guy!

Comments

[sooz]

My favorite part is that Greg guy. He's such a good audience!

[sooz]

i mean kurt. i dunno. the guy watching and cheering. that guy!