Got any plans this weekend? See the family? Go to church so you could feel good about yourself and the poor decisions that you've made since the last time you've gone to church?
Well scratch that, because we're about to go in on a giant fucking gummy bear. We are just going to sit on the couch, continuously chomp on this beast, and occasionally check our blood-sugar to make sure we don't have diabetes. Weekends don't get more magical than this.
Elephant in the room: What's going on with this thing's stomach? Is it pregnant? Are we eating a pregnant gummy bear?! I'm not trying to sound like some kind of monster here, but that is a helluva deal. Spending $150 on a corn syrup bear becomes completely different when you find out you're eating corn syrup bear(s).
First order of business for anyone who decides they want to do this: donate $75 to the blog, I'll cover the other half, you come over to my place, we'll watch Willy Wonka and other candy related movies and possibly play Candyland to get jazzed up, and then we'll sit awkwardly until it's delivered. THEN. IT'S. ON.
If you're down, hit me up at workingmansdiary@gmail.com. Thanks.
2 Reactions to this post
Add CommentIt would be even better if, once you cut into the belly, millions of TINY gummy bears come out.
once your brush off the fact that such a scenario is really disgusting, it's actually a pretty awesome
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