peeling those sour rainbow gummy strips into long thin strings and putting them into cheap energy drink to create something im calling battery acid spaghetti will update once ive finished it
dont do this
I really hope its not too bad bc i actually love both components.
it forms a dry skin at the top made of the sour pellets. not a great start.
tastes really good actually. i also feel like i am about to explode.
do not do this.
Unanimous consensus: Do not do this
Other people: Hold on I’m about to do this
Rip to y'all, but I’m built different. Trying this tonight
Best I can do with what I have (I’m at work rn)
Oh that is a… fascinating smell
Don’t do this
I DID IT
it seemed harmless enough, taking sour gummies, mixing them in a bowl full of energy drink. i figured i didnt want to invest too much in a bad idea, so i just chose some $1 packs of gummies and a 99 cent energy drink. seemed harmless enough. when i looked at other pictures of battery acid, it was always white, and bubbled up. i began to grow mildly concerned, as the white bubbles created by my acid was only miniscule, and didnt have as much puncture. maybe it was the lack of a sour content? maybe a lack of sugar? the reason was beyond me, i was just mildly dissapointed. that had been the first step. make the food. the second step? actually eating it. this was where the fun i guess sort of began, hearing people on the internet go “Im gonna do this” rapidly followed by “DONT DO THIS” without any significant, clear cut explanation? for dumbasses like me its a challenge. now i have to do it. i spun my cereal around, getting a nice dissolve going in my bowl, ensuring a clean scoop as i unhinged my jaw and pulled a string into my mouth. an overwhelmingly delicious flavor hit me, sweetness filling my tongue as my face shifted from enojyment to horror as an unescapable, painful sensastion of pure sour quickly replaced the sweetness as it filled my tongue, cheeks, and mind. it had multiple layers of damage, dehydration, pyschic. etc. i forced myself to continue chewing, realizing that the spaghetti sour gummies were now thick and tough, the chewiness now making the pain in my mouth last significantly longer. my fave immedaitely scrunched up.
making this face in agony as i fought the pure pain away. i continuted. i felt like that scene with the sour fruit from chowder. my body was going to cave into itself from the pure sourness. i felt like my cheeks and lips were hit with a full botox all at once. as i swallowed, my throat hit my stomach. I could finally relax. Within minutes, the sore, raw feeling hit the inside of my mouth as my face felt stiff, my stomach churning with uncertainty. and this was only the first bite. I have fair reason to believe that it is a mixed experience. the gummies being the most unimaginably sour thing you could think of, combined with the now overly sweet taste of the energy drink, combined into a sad cereal-like conglomerate. i persisted, consuming the bowl in mixed of pain and pleasure, like a sick masochistic tango between the black and white uncertainties of the world. each chew was agonizing, the dehydration hitting the inside of my mouth as the increasing realization that water was leaving my body bite by bite. i curse myself, knowing that Krash would kill me if they saw what i was doing. my stomach churned as a bump hit my intestines, and i realized something. I just ate a bowl of pure sugar. and I’m diabetic. Im probably going to clock out, if the concoction doesnt hit my intestines in such a way that hospitalizes me at that point. maybe i was not the ideal test subject because my health is shit. specifically my digestive health. i will need someone to test on later that does not suffer what i do. i persisted, my breath now faint with tuna from the sushi and ramen i had earlier today. my intestines began to churn again. my body does not like this. truth be told, the drinking was immaculate. the sour gummies were the monstrosity, similar to frankenstein and adam, a best of unfathomable persistence, and a creature that did not ask to be born, only to be love. both sensations are overwhelming. This is definitely going to fuck me up. as i lay here dying typing, I stir the last of my bowl, and i chug it. my mouth now numb from seemingly irreversible damage, i no longer taste the sour and sweet. my stomach continues to churn. i believe my toilet may have some words to say about my life choices shortly. as well as my endocrinologist. im taking my final stir. my final chug, as i see the pieces break apart at the slighted touch of my fork.
