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Ode to the peeps
About those dear peeps, There is so much to say. How glorious it is to eat them During Lent, on the 40th day. What a fine little treat, A delicious marshmallow In the shape of a bird, All sugared and yellow. Formed with the likeness Of the little bird, Tweety, And causing young children to get Type I diabetes. Unlike the chicken, From these birds comes no omelet And if you eat enough of them, You are surly to vomit. Peep, peep, peep, peep, peep, You are so very delicious, Though your ingredients Are more than suspicious. Mostly sugar, corn syrup, And gelatin to the max, Finishing the list With just a hint of wax. Unpronounceable preservatives Keep them always fresh, Three years old and delightful, To this I attest. And if only eating them for holidays Fills you with tears, Thanks to new marketing You can eat them all year. So, to these peeps, I say mostly fantastic, Who'd ever knew birds could be Slightly orgiastic?
Iffy inventiveness
You could be forgiven for thinking Gayle was a typical Philly BYOB. It is very small, very close to South Street and has a clientele of bohemian foodies and aspiring trendsetters.
On tapa the trend
Small plates are the newest and hottest dining trend, and Philly has finally caught on. They have great appeal, allowing diners to sample a wide range of the menu and submit to the dietician's biggest no-no: grazing.
Ten tips for fling
1. You're not cool unless your BAC reaches at least .15 2. You're also not cool unless you belong to a group that sports an offensive T-shirt or headband. 3. Guys should hook up with at least two ugly girls by Sunday.
Free at last! FREE AT LAST!
Ben Franklin once counseled, "Let honesty and industry be thy constant companions, and spend one penny less than thy clear gains; then shall thy pocket begin to thrive." In the spirit of our founding father, Ego sent three willing (and excessively spirited) writers on the most frugal of journeys into the heart of Philadelphia.
Turner classic
Strap on your cowboy boots everyone because Ted's Montana Grill has officially invaded Philadelphia.
Word of the Week: Capernoited
pronunciation: KAY-per-noy-ted definition: slightly intoxicated; tipsy Ex. Charlemagne: "Yo whodi, you planning on getting capernoited during Fling?" Martin Van Buren, "Aw hell no, dawg.
Flying high
I'm a pretty casual kind of girl. I wear jeans, oh, 94.3% of the time, and few occasions warrant my putting up with the pain of heels. But every once in a while, a girl likes to put on a skirt and class it up.
Word on the street: Gimme shelter
Mick Jagger is used to having younger women fall in love with him, but my first infatuation was premature even for Mick -- I was nine years old. Jagger strut down the catwalk stage at my first rock concert and I was converted.
Philly's main men
Who: Philadelphia's own Man Man Genre: Experimental melodic mayhem Sounds like: If Frank Zappa and Tom Waits had a child out of wedlock Songs to download: "10 lb.
I was meant for the stage
Heather Douglas left Penn in 1995 with a degree in English and dreams of one day becoming an actress.
Street Beats
Studies show hazing extends beyond frats. Several Wharton professors admit to force-feeding "new hires" crack-laced Red Bull. Webmail fails for first time in 2006. Peggy Curchack has identity crisis. Penn medical school moves up to third in nation. Crazy Carl's Online College of Rodent and Penguin Dentistry edges out the number 147,843,384 slot. Doctors worry about abortion pills' safety.
It's Gettin' Heavy
Much of the hype surrounding the Flaming Lips' long-in-the-works 12th album jumped on frontman Wayne Coyne's murmurs about "more guitars." The Oklahoma City veterans' last two albums, 1999's brilliant The Soft Bulletin and 2002's kinda brilliant Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots, eschewed the band's tattered punk threads for heady, orchestrated prog.
Fling haikus
When beer flows like wine, And grass is littered with trash, I puke in my hair. Fried Oreos and Funnel Cake stick to my shirt Oh God, so wasted. People getting nude, Everybody is horny, Sucks for Team Fling Safe. I ate a brownie And now I am high as shit Feel force flow to hand!
Guides
Coldplay Wachovia Center 3601 S. Broad St. Thu, 8 p.m., $36-$80.50 (215) 336-3600 www.comcast-spectator.com You know you're a Coldplay fan if: Chris Martin's falsetto gives you chills, you can actually name the other three members of the band (Champion, Buckland and Berryman, bitches!), you're still holding out hope that "Green Eyes" wasn't written about that ninny Paltrow, you want to make trade fair, you saw that Peter Pan remake because "Clocks" was in the commercial and most importantly, your hiney will be firmly planted at the Wac tonight for a super-special, sexy alt-rock extravaganza. Luckystar Trocadero 1003 Arch St. Fri, 6 p.m.
Crash and Burn
It breaks my heart to have to say this, but Freddie Prinze Jr. turned 30 this month. That's right, kids, the guy whose boy-next-door charm made She's All That watchable has hit the big 3-0 ... and he's had one hell of a ride.
Ten things to say when caught with alcohol by a spectaguard
1. "My friend just fell off the quad balcony and I need to cauterize/clean the wound." 2. "This isn't alcohol.
Sex for sale
From around the corner, I hear two men talking. I decide that I've been at the store long enough to be bold.
Fling Tripper
She Took Me Half the Way There This week's installment brings you a Daytripper that's near and dear to our hearts.
