New Rule: Someone must x-ray my stomach to see if the Peeps I ate on Easter are still in there, intact and completely undigested. And I'm not talking about this past Easter. I'm talking about the last time I celebrated Easter, in 1962.

Maher frames the line as a mock “rule,” a familiar comedic device that mimics official policy to elevate a petty complaint into a grand pronouncement. The joke hinges on exaggeration and disgust: Peeps (a famously artificial marshmallow candy) are imagined as so indigestible they could remain unchanged in the stomach for decades. By specifying “1962,” he pushes the hyperbole to absurdity, turning a seasonal confection into a symbol of processed food’s uncanny permanence. The humor also plays on nostalgia and bodily anxiety—childhood treats revisited through an adult’s skeptical, cynical lens—while satirizing America’s taste for synthetic sweetness and the culture of overconsumption around holidays.