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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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682 of 734 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!
128 of 141 found the following review helpful:
My brother and I were bored in the house as the rest of out family ...Dec 24, 2014
It was three days before Christmas. My brother and I were bored in the house as the rest of out family was out looking for Grandma (Alzheimers, you know). We were hungry- most of the food was reserved for the search party. We were rummaging around in the basement and happened across a bag of these gummy bears stashed among Grandpa's liquor. We assumed that Mom was saving them for stocking stuffers. "Score!" we thought. Oh how very wrong we were.
The first handful was exquisite. We looked at each other with excitement as we tasted this delectable sweet. We looked back at the 5 pound bag and realized that our mother would know we ate them if we only left half. "There's only one thing to do", said my brother, "We must eat them all." This is a decision I will regret until the day I meet my maker. Handful after handful we gobbled them up. After about five minutes we could no longer handle the sweetness. We decided to feed the rest to the dog. He was a relatively healthy eater, so we figured this wouldn't harm him too much.
As my brother bent down to feed the dog, he broke wind with the force of an earthquake. The smell brought tears to my eyes. He turned around, his face full of fear. "Lord help me!" he cried, as he made a mad dash for the s***ter, dropping the bag in the process. Right as this happened, my bowls started to shudder. I clenched my cheeks, unsure as to what was happening. I listened to the noises of shattering porcelain from my brother's throne. I couldn't hold it any longer. I sprinted to the upstairs bathroom, worried that I wouldn't make it. I dropped my drawers just in time. The sludgy mass shot from my anus as I heard my brother curse the satanic crap flowing from his rear.
After about an hour, we dragged ourselves back to the kitchen, unable to process the horrors which had just occurred. The gummy bag lay empty on the floor. The hound was nowhere to seen. We assumed he had kicked the bucket.
When our family later returned, they found the dog. He seemed to be fine. We were so relieved. Later that night, a howl ripped through the house. Massive flatulence emanated from the dog bed. The fumes penetrated ever room in the house. We will never be able to enter the dog's room again.
210 of 242 found the following review helpful:
It's All True: Haribo UnleashedNov 11, 2014
By Ken Miller
We’d all heard the rumors. Haribo Sugar-Free Gummies are “truly the best in the world.” Those who indulged in the sweet, sans-sugar treat were “truly at a loss for words on where to begin.” But with great taste comes great, and terrible, side effects. This ambrosial nugget of the gods supposedly will destroy your innards. Dozens of individuals reported bloating, cramping, and explosions of cosmic proportions. They can’t all be true, can they? Surely someone is exaggerating, I thought.
I am here today to tell you – it’s all true. Every. Word.
I myself was a skeptic for some time. The innocuous bag of brightly colored treats veritably begged for consumption. But a thought still lingered in my mind like that last leaf on a fall tree before it slowly drifts away on a crisp winter’s breeze… what if?
So I ate one. I ate ten. Ali had procured a bag of these scrumptious chewables and, since the woman gave it to me, I ate of it. Nothing happened. The ten gummies from my first exploratory endeavor had no effect whatsoever on my gastrointestinal workings. Encouraged, I decided that perhaps the reviews were exaggerated. Perhaps the Miller Genes could handle Haribo’s Wrath.
I was wrong.
The next day, figuring there could be little harm, I ate the rest of the bag – perhaps 25 or 30 of these tiny, tasty bears. And for a while, all was quiet on the Southern front. But then it began…
It starts with a slight rumble. As though perhaps not everything is quite alright downstairs. But it’s the minor kind of rumble that is soon forgotten, much like the sound of a settling house. Soon the rumble becomes a growl. Somewhere nearby, a lumberjack has started his chainsaw. There’s a buildup of pressure, but nothing a well-timed one-cheek-sneak cannot release and alleviate.
The first few depressurizations were uneventful, if a little on the long-winded side. It was actually the curious lack of smell that got me worried. By this time, a cramp had begun building in my gut; the kind of cramp that says to you, we’re not going anywhere anytime soon. The cramping intensified, and soon it became apparent that there was no remaining gas to release. Then it hit me – the horrifying realization that there was a wall of solid matter between the building gas and the only release valve available.
Hoping that the gas could work its way around the obstruction, I remained in my chair. Sweat began to bead my now-furrowed brow. Eventually, it all became too much. Nearing prarie-dogging status, and with an explosion imminent, I had to retreat to the bathroom. Seconds after I’d settled on the seat, the first throes of this experience took me, and they were not gentle. With a titanic explosion, the plug rocketed from my anus and impacted against the rear of the bowl. To this day, I’m honestly not sure if the noise came from the gas, my own throat, or the sonic boom of the turd as it was expelled.
This was only the beginning.
While the removal of the material that had been present in my colon was relieving, I soon realized that this was just the first step in a long road to the most thorough cleansing imaginable. That first segment of solid matter and gas was gone, but it left behind something far more dangerous – a volatile mix of gas and liquid. Yes, the gummies had turned to mush inside of me, and that mush wanted one thing. Escape.
Time and time again, I raced to the restroom under threat of imminent soilation. The first gas-liquid hybrid mix formed a column of frothy liquid that exited with such force and prejudice that I was nearly thrown from the toilet seat. My exhausted muscles could push no more, but by this point, no pushing was required. Like opening the spillway of a dam, the gates must merely be opened, and a jet of high-pressure liquid flowed freely. With each new sloughing of the bowels, a handful of brightly colored faces would float to the surface, mocking me. Their tiny faces filled me with such despair, it nearly broke my spirit.
Now, several hours into the ordeal, the bloating became extreme. My innards distended, morphing me from a sweet-tooth-satisfied young man to a whimpering, pregnant husk of a creature. With visible engorgement of my abdomen and fearing dehydration, I called in backup. Two angels arrived at my door with Gatorade. Yes, the elixir of electrolytes slaked my thirst and drove back the demons of dehydration… but adding more liquid to this situation was not the answer.
A dozen more times, I returned to pay homage at the porcelain alter. Each time, something was released. I can only assume, based on the feelings, that it was fresh, white-hot magma that flowed from within. By this time as well, the gas-to-liquid ratio was thinning, producing a frothy, fetid, fecal spray. My brain conjured images of Diet Coke – I’m sure that my posterior looked like a re-enactment of what occurs when a Mentos is dropped into a two-liter bottle. The same brown mix of gas, liquid, and artificial flavoring was spraying from my backside, albeit with perhaps three orders of magnitude more force.
Finally, the siege upon my anus ended. Sweaty, exhausted, and with quivering legs, I finally felt the confidence to release a single, miniscule fart. Jaw set in concentration, I summoned the last of my strength to raise myself on my left buttcheek. Freeeeeeep! It squeaked out – at last, a release of pure gas with no attendant liquid. A lump formed in my throat; my eyes teared. It was finally over.
The weakness lasted for a full sixteen hours. I dared not eat anything of real substance, lest it too rumble out of me like a rocket lifting off. Humming Irving Berlin’s “Blue Skies” to myself, I happily abstained from food for the remainder of the next day. Twenty hours later, I was able to consume once more, and a frozen meal from the case in the grocery had never tasted so good… and likely never will again.
What they say about these gummies is true. You might think an iron-clad constitution could handle them, but you are wrong. You are wrong, and you will pay the ultimate price if you eat more than the recommended serving. The moment I realized I could fart again without spraying like a loose garden hose nearly brought me to tears of joy.
Don’t think about it. Don’t try this at home. You are wrong! And you have been warned!
786 of 974 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 !
27 of 31 found the following review helpful:
Gummy gummy in my tummy!Dec 18, 2014
Haribo quality, awesome price. Arrived and were fresh, soft and tasty. Didn't think I would need 5lbs, but put half in a vacuum seal bag and keeping the rest out for snacks. Better than buying little tiny packs for over a buck seventy five. Thought they may be old or something, but all the favors are fresh.
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