Today I've defined the cliché: "too much of a good thing can be bad." Last night (or rather, very early this morning) in my studying rampage, I took a break to seek a tasty snack to revitalize my late night enthusiasm to finish a paper. I opened my somewhat sparsely stocked cabinet, and all it it’s glory was a translucent red bottle of Flintstones Gummy Vitamins—next to a box of uncooked pasta and a cinnamon-sugar shaker.
So obviously I opted for the gummies.
I guess I can’t say I hadn’t been warned. About a week and a half ago my good friend Kelly fell into a similar vitamin trap, far exceeding the recommend daily amount, which resulted in funny colored poo.
But it’s a bit of a dilemma. Flintstone’s Vitmans are so friggin’ good I can’t eat just one. Or two.
..Or five. Yes I had close to ten of those tasty little Bedrock bastards.
I remember having to eat those chalky artificially flavored orange and grape Flintsontes vitamins as a kid; however the upgrade to gummies is simply monumental. They are downright delicious. It’s like eating candy that you don’t feel guilty about overindulging because, after all, they ARE vitamins.
But those little disguised gummy bears are now sitting in my colon making me hate my life. The term “shit a brick” has never felt so close to home.
For today I guess I will continue to pee green, poo red, and toot in the wind. My apologies innocent walkers to and fro on the Bloomington campus.
hahaha you are so gwoss
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