Sugar free gummy bears

There comes a time...

Buffalo Frank

there comes a time in ones life when they ask a simple question. Why? I asked myself that question one week ago this very night. Why did I not read the reviews before ordering these gummi seeds of Satan?? What started out as nothing more than my ordering something to munch on while watching the football games turned into 2 days of intestinal terrorism.

I sat down on a Sunday afternoon with my bag of Gummi Bears to watch the Giants game. Kicked up my feet, sat back & started popping these bad boys 3 or 4 at a time. Everything started out ok at first. The Giants had a lead, I was enjoying my relaxing Sunday & that's when the trouble started. Eli Manning fumbled & I felt the first rumble in my stomach. Nothing dawned on me at the time but if I could only go back & warn my unsuspecting soul of what was yet to come. It was a close game the entire second half until that fatal moment. there would be no comeback or Giants victory today, Eli threw an interception that was returned for a game winning touchdown & I yelled out "OH NO" for two reasons that day. Soon as the defender crossed the goal line for the score..Blam-O! The dastardly bears of gumminess had conquered my digestive track & weren't taking any prisoners..

The next three hours of my life were a blur of mixed emotions. Crying, moaning, numbness in both my legs from sitting on a toilet for that long & also in my heart for what was once a childhood joy, now an adulthood horror. Who would of thunk that rainbow colored gummi bears could manifest itself into such an evil of multiple brown rag dolls left floating in the porcelain bowl needing to be flushed away in all urgency so as to not leave a reminder of that day. Gummi Bears you are no longer a friend of mine. No you are not.