Save the Peeps Campaign 2011.....

The violence in Juarez is raging on... There is not a day that goes by in that city that you don't hear about it...

Well... peeps have nothing to do with it... BUT THEY COULD!!! There is TONS of scientific evidence that proofs that these young, little peeps could easily be lured into the life of crime because of their innocent nature! We here at the SAVE THE PEEPS FOUNDATION cannot sit with our arms crossed as the danger of a little peep picking up a kilo of coca or an assault rifle is eminent.  WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!! With your donation, we can make sure that the little Peeps from the Island of Bora Bora NEVER have to see the need to pick up a kilo de coca... or that the little Peeps from the region os the Netherlands never have to smoke a pile of hash to feel loved... and that little Peep called Pepito in Mexico NEVER tells another Pointless dirty joke to make a living as a ho....

Remember: The longer you wait... well... it's your fault...

Help us... by donating to the SAVE THE PEEPS FOUNDATION, you make sure that the fate of the little peeps is NOT that of falling into the life of crime... Let's face it: no one likes to see a little peep behind bars ----------- NO ONE!!

See the sky...

in the morning...

rising is the morning suuuun...

and the peeps... all those peeps

are ruuuuning...

They are yellow...

orange and blue...

some of them pink...

and purple too...

See the peeps

See the peeps

Saveee them peeps!!!

(music and lyrics by Elton J.)

One by one.. we can make a difference in a little Peep's life.... Help us make that life a little better...

Send your peep donation to

SAVE THE PEEPS FOUNDATION

cañamo 9506

ampleacion aeropuerto

32698

Juarez, Mexico

(NOT TO BE CONFUSED with the "SAVE THE PEEPS!" web movement... WE were first... WE are the REAL deal...)

It's FAT TUESDAY!!!

PANDAS GONE WILD!!!!

I love to say Fat Tuesday... I imagine is this fat day with a top hat and a beaded collar going all around the town screaming "FAT TUESDAY!" and laughing like a mad mad marshmallow man. Yeah, I know... It annoys the bejezus out of people when I go around screaming FAT TUESDAY!...

So, looking around to see if I can find a decent picture of a panda celebrating FAT TUESDAY (apparently there is none), I found this one...

HOW CUTE... or disturbing? Because I can't help but to wonder if the owner of this dog has an issue with Pandas or if the dog was actually BORN a dog-panda... If it's the first one I feel sorry for the lady because that chow-chow will get even somehow.

Today was the "CULTURE CLASH" celebration at class. It's the 24th of February, so not only it's FAT TUESDAY but it's also Flag Day in Mexico... so, in the sight of having so many cultural and civics diversities, the class has to prepare a 10 minute presentation about cultures... last year, one of the presentations was from Italy. The girl brought pizza and wine to the class. We got to eat the pizza and got hammered with the wine. Then, on the afternoon class, one of the teams presented Russia as their culture project... yeah, needless to say, the Vodka was good.

"It's a FAT TUESDAY MIRACLE!" (Miss Suky's words as she has found her "lost books" today)

Graphic Design students are nagging and complaining about they having a low score in their work -- all because of bad spelling. I mean, they're in college -- they're SUPPOSED to have AT LEAST a decent knowledge of what spelling is. And I don't mean in English! I mean in Spanish. They're all bitchy because of this. Dudes, you're graphic designers... bad spelling can be the cause of your bad business.

Fat Tuesday... and tomorrow is Ash Wednesday. Most students here won't come because they're under the wrong impression that school should give them their "religious moment" and thus they can escape the reality that is the Mexican school system, which is completely separated from church. Personally, the idea of having ashes placed on my head and make it pretend that this way God knows who I am and blesses me is not my idea of a good time. I mean --- what are these ashes made of? Blessed palms. Are you sure? I mean, how do you know it's not something else, burned and turned into ashes? What if its the dead cat or dog of the lady of the church? You never know in these times of crisis! My friend Tenshi would probably be all up in arms, calling me a non-believer or looking at me in a "shame on you" look.

As far as the weather goes, I can tell that Cuaresma is around the corner. It's windy. As hell. Funny --- it's holy week and it's windy as hell (insert crazy laughter here). I hate holy week's food. No, let me rephrase that. The only holy week food I LOVE is CAPIROTADA.

And peeps...

All hail the Peeps....