Anyone here like Gummy Bears?

[RKM]

You got to read the reviews...........classic!


http://www.amazon.com/Haribo-Sugar-Free-Gummy-Bears/dp/B008JELLCA?

 

[1911Sooner]

These might be good to leave around the office.

 

[IndVet]

These might be good to leave around the office.

I did exactly that on April 1st of this year. Bought a 5lb bag of them, left a bowl-full in the break room. Bowl was empty by the end of the day.

Next day left another bowl-full in the break room. Bowl was still full at the end of the day.

 

[excat]

You got to read the reviews...........classic!


http://www.amazon.com/Haribo-Sugar-Free-Gummy-Bears/dp/B008JELLCA?

First review that came up....didn't need to read anymore! LOL

Oh man...words cannot express what happened to me after eating these. The Gummi Bear "Cleanse". If you are someone that can tolerate the sugar substitute, enjoy. If you are like the dozens of people that tried my order, RUN!

First of all, for taste I would rate these a 5. So good. Soft, true-to-taste fruit flavors like the sugar variety...I was a happy camper.

BUT (or should I say BUTT), not long after eating about 20 of these all hell broke loose. I had a gastrointestinal experience like nothing I've ever imagined. Cramps, sweating, bloating beyond my worst nightmare. I've had food poisoning from some bad shellfish and that was almost like a skip in the park compared to what was going on inside me.

Then came the, uh, flatulence. Heavens to Murgatroyd, the sounds, like trumpets calling the demons back to Hell...the stench, like 1,000 rotten corpses vomited. I couldn't stand to stay in one room for fear of succumbing to my own odors.

But wait; there's more. What came out of me felt like someone tried to funnel Niagara Falls through a coffee straw. I swear my sphincters were screaming. It felt like my delicate starfish was a gaping maw projectile vomiting a torrential flood of toxic waste. 100% liquid. Flammable liquid. NAPALM. It was actually a bit humorous (for a nanosecond)as it was just beyond anything I could imagine possible.

AND IT WENT ON FOR HOURS.

I felt violated when it was over, which I think might have been sometime in the early morning of the next day. There was stuff coming out of me that I ate at my wedding in 2005.

I had FIVE POUNDS of these innocent-looking delicious-tasting HELLBEARS so I told a friend about what happened to me, thinking it HAD to be some type of sensitivity I had to the sugar substitute, and in spite of my warnings and graphic descriptions, she decided to take her chances and take them off my hands.

Silly woman. All of the same for her, and a phone call from her while on the toilet (because you kinda end up living in the bathroom for a spell) telling me she really wished she would have listened. I think she was crying.

Her sister was skeptical and suspected that we were exaggerating. She took them to work, since there was still 99% of a 5 pound bag left. She works for a construction company, where there are builders, roofers, house painters, landscapers, etc. Lots of people who generally have limited access to toilets on a given day. I can't imagine where all of those poor men (and women) pooped that day. I keep envisioning men on roofs, crossing their legs and trying to decide if they can make it down the ladder, or if they should just jump.

If you order these, best of luck to you. And please, don't post a video review during the aftershocks.

PS: When I ordered these, the warnings and disclaimers and legalese were NOT posted. I'm not a moron. Also, not sure why so many people assume I'm a man. I am a woman. We poop too. Of course, our poop sparkles and smells like a walk in a meadow of wildflowers. Thanks for all the great comments. I've been enjoying reading them and so glad that the horror show I experienced from snacking on these has at least made some people smile.

 

[ODglock27]

HAHAHAHA

"The story begins with my mother's diabetes. The day before I was set to fly back to school after Christmas break, my mother made a trip to the grocery store, picking herself up an assortment of sugar-free snacks. Worried I would get hungry on my flight, she gave me the bag of sugar-free gummy bears to stick in my carry-on.
So I boarded my 6 AM flight from Manchester, NH to Nashville, TN, with a layover in Chicago, on an empty stomach. About twenty minutes in, the flight attendants handed out drinks, no snacks. I decided I would break out the gummy bears.
I ate those gummy bears like nobody's business. They were gone in minutes.
For about thirty minutes after that, the flight (which was half empty. Really just me, a handful of businessmen, and a college hockey team) was just me and Harry Potter.
And then it began. The gummy bears demanded acknowledgment.
It started with this weird gassy, popping sensation in my lower stomach. I was like, okay, you're just digesting, you got this. Then it became cold sweats. Then I could barely breath, the mere sensation disrupted my bowels.
I was afraid to move. If I did, who would know what would happen? Eventually, it had to be done.
I darted to the back restroom and locked myself in. I really had no idea what end of my body the gummy bears would reappear from, so I sat on the toilet but leaned over the sink, heaving.
Then this horrible waterfall of gummy bear lava spewed into the toilet. It BURNED. I could no longer stay leaned over the sink, so I searched desperately for something to vomit in.
I found the bags women are supposed to put tampons in. It was silver and narrow and the inside smelt like the most awful artificial flowers.
I vomited repeatedly into that.
All I wanted was my mom. I cried out for her, losing myself in the horror that was my life. She wouldn't come. I was 18 and alone.
That was when I became a woman.
At this point, I'd spent maybe half an hour in there. Time had lost all meaning. The captain announced we were making our final descent, and I clung to my puke filled tampon bag and the wall of the bathroom for dear life.
All I could think was: this is where it ends. This is where I die. Here, on this Southwest flight.
I knew I needed to leave the bathroom, so I steeled myself. I carried my puke bag out. I had to tell a flight attendant I'd thrown up, where should I put the bag?
She had one of those looks like, same s***, different day.
I had to make the walk of shame back to my seat. The plane was so under-populated, everyone would know how long I'd been in there.
As a teenage girl, I couldn't make eye contact with the hockey team.
I only recently found out I didn't have some type of turbulence sickness.
These gummy bears are the manifestation of evil. They are Voldemort's infinite horcruxes."

 

[Eagle Eye]

Halloween candy anyone?