Peeved and perplexed over pesky, pursuing pavarazzi, @papa-pepper pranced his pink ponies into The Pepper Palace to peek at the premises and possibly partake in the packaged peppers. Potent peppers had always piqued Papa's primal instincts, and he would pay proportionately for pureed pepper perfection. Although people pointed as they perused, as Papa Pepper was pimped in primarily his purple pajamas, Papa Pepper persisted in his pepper proclamation; Peace, peppers, and prosperity for all!

Thanks for the post. I'm not so far from Branson myself. I may just have to check out The Pepper Palace myself.

Merry Chistmas to All!