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Haribo Gummi Candy Gold-Bears, 5-Pound Bag
Haribo Gummy Gold Bears Candy is soft, chewy and translucent. And they are bursting with beary yummy flavor. There is nothing quite as whimsically delicious as gummy bears, a candy popular the world over for its sprightly personality and fruity taste. Squeeze them, line them up and make them dance, or just plain eat them. Haribo Gold-Bears are a mixed delight of white/pineapple, green/strawberry, yellow/lemon, orange/orange, and red/raspberry gummy bears.
One 5-pound bag containing approximately 985 pieces
Naturally flavored with balanced sweetness
Mouth watering, colorful candy
Flavors are pineapple (white), strawberry (green), lemon (yellow), orange (orange), and raspberry (red)
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1258 of 1365 found the following review helpful:
I have seen the face of God.Oct 22, 2014
By Douglas Pope
I didn't feel the need to plan my weekend around 5 small gummybears. But if you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
It began with a noticeable change in the viscosity of my saliva. Within minutes of consumption, my mouth had filled with a thick foamy slime. Though I was in a cool climate controlled room a salty sweat broke out, and I felt my heartbeat quicken as my body threw itself into fight or flight.
The animal noises broadcasting from my pelvis were an ominous warning of the violent acts that were to follow. I shouldered my way into the bathroom, clawing at my belt, moaning with pain. The smell came first. It started sweet, almost tangy. That was quickly overpowered by a cloying chemical perfume.
The first volley of feces hit the water like soda cans and nickles. The resulting splash drenching my bottom in foul brackish water, but this was quickly becoming the least of my worries.
After another moment, the noises in my core hit a fever pitch and I was struck rigid with pain. The sweat was now running into my eyes, but the room had turned ice cold and my hands began to spasm.
I felt an insidious burning flooding my escape hatch. I gasped. Hot yellow poison began spraying from my rear, changing in pitch and echo as the stream of diarrhea whipped around the toilet bowl, creating a nightmarish Doppler effect that can only be appreciated in hindsight.
My legs fell asleep sitting on the toilet. I couldn't have stood up if I wanted to.
Wiping was a no-go. Toilet paper simply became a vile paper mache'. My hands were quickly soiled. A full blown shower was needed, and all of my towels had to be burned.
So happy with my purchase, would recommend to friends and definitely buying again!
995 of 1228 found the following review helpful:
Could be used to torture information from terrorists.Jan 25, 2014
By Emily Heseltine
It was my first deployment and I had been missing a lot of stuff from the states. I could get gummi bears at the PX here but not sugar free, and with the army weight regulations I try to keep my snacking healthy. Thus, when I saw a 5 lb bag of sugar free gummies I couldn't help but putting the order in. The gummies shipped in a varily fast manner and I was relieved to notice that non of the gummies appeared to have melted or been damaged in anyway. When I got the bag I was somewhat shocked, seeing for the first time how much 5 lbs of gummie bears actually is. I knew there would be no way for me to consume them all alone. Luckily, we had a range later that week. I stashed the gummies in my wall locker until the range.
On the day of the range, we all sat under some camo nets we had put up to protect us from the sun as we waited our turn too qualify. During this time, I broke out the gummies. Everyone was stoked. We all sat around chatting as we ate delicious soft squishy gummies washed down with Rawdatain water. So far, the range had been going smoothly. Soon it was my turn to fire. I was given range 3 and I immediately got into prone as this range starts off from the prone supported position. I adjusted my sand bags and that's when I realized something wasn't right.
It start with just a gurgle and then a grimacing pain. I could hear the range control over the loud speaker "Firers Prepare to fire-Lock and Load your weapons" GURGLE- the noise was terrible the pain was horrifric. I tried to focus on the target by my vision started to blur and sweat poured into my shooting eye. All the while, "Firers place your selector switch from safe to semi". I could not longer feel my hands they had gone numb. I realized at that moment I had to go and I me GO. An then, "Firers, at this time you may fire your weapons". I didn't move my switch from saftey; even if my hands weren't numb, I wouldn't have trusted myself with a loaded weapon. Now, I had another problem. The range was hot! I heard firing around all around me. I weakly fumbled with my weapon and placed it in a safe position. The range safety came up to me. "Soldier, is there something wrong". The look I gave must have gave said it all. The safety waved his paddle and the call was made. "Seize fire! Seize fire! Seize FIRE!" I was up and looking for relief. Perhaps the other Soldiers stopped firing, buy my colon had just begun. I made rush to the porta johns to find they were all filled up. Of course, I had shared those gummies with at least 10 other troops. The noises coming out of those porta pots will cause PTSD for many years to come. I thought for a second about finding a place out of sight. However, it was futile, I was in the desert you could see for miles all around. Then I remember the nationals had a porta pot and likely no one else knew it was there. It was under the range control tower surrounded by a small fence.
I rushed, as quickly as possible in my condition, clenching my cheeks and praying to every god I had ever heard of. I made it and found it was unoccupied. I opened the door to find, in my dismay, an Eastern Toilet. I began to take all my gear off in a hurry. Whilst, small amounts of air slipped past my cheeks with a liquid like feel. "Oh gods!" I thought. I clenched tighter ripping my boots off I could tell I would need all my clothing off as this was likely to cause to cause an immense back splash.Finally, disrobed, I allowed the release....it was a clumpy tidal wave of destruction. The smell was nothing of this world. I tried not to vomit as my anus took on a will of it own expeling this sickness from my system. After, I looked down in horrior at the Eastern Toilet realizing there was no way that this was going to drain properly. I accepted defeat at my attempt to clean up the terrible smelly gummie soil and washed myself up with some baby wipes I so mercifully had in my ACU pocket. I put my clothes on and stumbled out of the toilet. As I walked, one of the natives walked by me. I tried to warn him, but he didn't understand. I only heard him cry out "Allah" as he slammed the door walking away from the porta pot looking at me with fear. The eyes telling it all. He couldn't understand how that could have come out of a human being without killing them.
In the end, 10 troops were given saline solution for dehydration from the terrible gummies. Our unit swore a vow of secrecy to never speak of this experience again with one another because of the back flashes that some still have.
Thanks Haribo !
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To anyone who thinks these reviews might be fakeOct 22, 2014
By Symone Hohensee
My friend and I bought this bag and received it today. I ate about 20 and sure enough within 30 minutes I was feeling the effects. These reviews are not a joke. Seriously.
21 of 24 found the following review helpful:
delicious!Jan 23, 2015
By Stephen M. Cifuni
These gave my friend georgette bloody stools and a violent rectal prolapse.
179 of 240 found the following review helpful:
Gummi From HellJun 02, 2014
By Robert DanRoy
First let me start this off with a description of who I am,
My name is Robert, I live in what used to be Tucsan Arizona, and after this story is done you will know why I say used to be.
I am 34 years old and work as a contractor. I'm a bit of a health nerd who works out seven times a week and eats only the top of the line protein shakes and other nastiness that is my lifes blood.
Im single, and after this I doubt any lady will ever come near me again.
Anyways one day in my normal everyday life I decide to peruse the internet and to a lesser extent Amazon.
My teeth were unfortunate enough to have a sweet tooth and nothing in my kitchen was anywhere near sugar-free yet sweet to the core, so I decided that I may as well search for something that might satisfy me in times like this.
Then the miracle that is Haribo came upon my search window. The price for a 5 pound bag was nothing but a steal, so my finger decided to hover over the purchase button, and for a moment my finger just stood there a ominous sign for the things to come. And with over zealous enthusiasum i pressed the order button and thus my death was secure.
A week and a half later after much anticipation my bears arrived at the door.
I was suprised that when I opened the box that none of the bears had melted in the hot swealtering heat that is Arizona, a foreshadowing for just how indestructible this substance is.
I was overjoyed and after the week and a half of saving myself for these delicate gummi snacks I decide I may as well provide that day as my cheat day.
I sat on my couch with the bag in my lap and turned on House
Luckly for me I had the entire series on DVR and as it was a Saturday I had no obligations but to sit and eat my new snack.
Four hours later and 124 gummis later, Dr Cuddi had finally fired the damn son of a b*&ch.
My life was good at this moment,
I was chewing on a gummi bear, my sweat tooth was satisfied and I was in complete bliss.
As I continued to the next episode, my gut was extended to the point that I realized it was time to stop, unfortunately it was already to late the damage had been done to my digestive tract.
A moment later the first of many gastrointestinal shudders started, my stomach started off l at a low rumble, and proceeded to a loud roar of a jet engine taking off for the last time.
My bowels were about to explode at this point and I felt substance leaking out, needless to say I chose to attempt to make my way to the restroom across the hall, waddling like a penguin to the safety of my ivory bowl.
Unlucky me though, my restroom is over 15 feet across my house, and I was nowhere near able to hold myself for that long a treck.
It was at this moment against the excrusiating pain that I went back to that moment when my finger hovered over the button on that fateful night, and looked back at it in a third person veiw, wishing to be able to yelll to myself that the button should never be pressed, a sat in horror as I watched the button be press and I was instantaneously sent back to the hallway where my colon was excreting mass liters of substance, and I was in desprate need for a john.
Pulling myself up I forced my way to the throne that is my toilet and didn't even bother to close the door, and as my rear end met the cool plastic my rectum could no longer hold the flow of old faithful, (which now looking back was no where near the pressure that was exerted from my intestines). Hot molten fire was pushed through me and to the point where my toilet bowl was near passed its breaking point.
It was at this moment good Saint Paul that I came to these Pearly Gates
The monument that is this angel turned to me and pinched his nose.
The smell of my restroom had found its way past the ground zero that is Tucsan and had risen to the clouds of heaven.
The face Saint Paul made was one of disgust and pure terror, an instant later I was kicked down from cloud nine and sent hurtling to my body down below.
Thanks to Haribo I know am a godly man,
I have given up the life of a fitness freak and now live as a monk off in the Seirra Navada, away from any who may still smell the stench.
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