Current mood:

All Peeped OUT

PEEPFEST STANDINGS.

Bet you thought I forgot, didn't ya.

Well, I didn't.

Let me tell you a little story about Peepfest.

Once there was a man. The man's name was Bill. Bill had lots of Peeps.

Bill brought the Peeps to another man. This man's name was Alexarc. Alexarc had a coffeehouse.

They came up with a plan. A heinous, dirty, dirty, plan. A plan that was to outlast even their own amusement - a plan that would eventually have a life of its OWN.

The plan was:


PEEPFEST

This is how they enticed their prey that first fated year:

"Come one come all to a contest of freakish proportions. A small band of steel willed gladiators will compete for your viewing pleasure. Watch with awe as they consume incredible quantities of the evil little peeps. Shout with encouragement as they try to hold them in. And cheer with glee as they lose control."

Really, that's how they did it. And from these scant words, INFAMY WAS BORNE.

As you fine citizens know, this year was no exception. We had NINE brave Peep Eaters vie for the title of PEEP KING OF THE BLACK DROP this year. Since the burden of archving the grisly details of this unfortunate happening has fallen to me, please allow me to relay to you fine people exactly how they fared:


FIRST place having eaten 80 PEEPS and beating his own 2004 record, and walking away with the GRAND PRIZE of $50 cash money,

Michael aka “Never Breaks A Sweat!”

SECOND place with 68 PEEPS, winning a $20 gift certificate at The Black Drop,

Martin aka “Danny Zuko”

THIRD place with 57 PEEPS, winning a Black Drop Tee Shirt,

Kat, aka “False Alarm!”

And the infamous GROSS OUT KING, eating 30 PEEPS but committing You-Don’t-Even-Wanna-Know to earn his title,

DJ, aka “Burp Boy”

The rest of the brave PeepEaters fell in as follows:

51 PEEPS

Arianne, aka “Lemme Call You Back, I’m Busy Peeping Right Now”

45 PEEPS

Jilliana, aka “Pinky McPeeperson,”

40 PEEPS

Ryan, aka “The Punkest Peep”

40 PEEPS

Jess, aka “Pukey”

33 PEEPS

Gary, aka “The Sneak Peep”


Lastly, I'd like to thank Phil Rose, a wonderful customer of ours who documented the event with such precision and vivid detail here. (Only for the iron stomached)

And I also want to thank my very dear friend Lefty, for his highly entertaining storyline of the event here (tame) and here (iron gut required).

And let us not forget Bill, who provided the tarpaulin covering and who every single year without fail, manages to out-gross us all. Way to go over the top, Bill!