Gummy Madness

Humor


Gummy Madness


By Robert Churchwell

Staff Writer

R ecently, out of sheer boredom and a surplus of chewy ursine confection, I decided to hold a contest. My loving mother had recently visited me and had left me a 5 lb. bag of Brock Gummy Bears. Normally, I would have been delighted to have that much concentrated sugar, but unfortunately I had over-dosed on gummy bears as a child and could no longer stomach them in such large amounts. Left with this problem, and knowing my friends, I decided that I would ask them to help. So, in a mass mailing, I implored them to find alternative uses for my cavity-creating collection. The reward would be a signed and dated piece of paper declaring them cool in my eyes.

My friends responded, enthusiastically at first, but they ran out of ideas and soon the flood of gummy mail tapered down to a trickle. What follows is a collection of their responses. They range from the insipid to the vulgar:

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