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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.
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