Peeves of Yore: Is Spring Break over yet? Edition

I hate Spring Break. For me, it is a preview of the horrific summer traffic I face on my daily commute, most of which runs along a scenic ocean route dotted with popular beaches.

One year ago, Crunchy wrote a poem about his pee pee.

Two years ago, Joanne defined cute.

Three years ago, Kate the Peon smelled like Paris Hilton. (And we moved to TypePad!)

Four years ago, Nikki had yuckmouth.

Five years ago, March was a slow month for peeves.