I feel the need to preface this by promising that by no means will I sneak insect puns into this review. That shit just bugs me. All right. Now I'm done. We can start now.
A gift from Keepitcoming Love, joining Percy Pig and his motley crew of DSM diagnosable friends is the binge-eating Colin, who "is what he eats." Well, I suppose that's sound advice. I got tested last week for a genetic study and was found to be one part cold Lunchables Pizza Kickers, one part Nat Sherman Fantasia, one part rhymes with "vagina" and one part Fruit 2 0 'n' vodka, so I guess it works for all of us. But in Colin's case study, which reads more like a rejected Grimm brothers fable for latter-day Augustus Gloops, he ate so much chocolate cake that he eventually turned into one, and from that day on, changed his shape, color, and flavor depending on what he ate. Ignoring the fact that that's pretty scary, abandon your thoughts of waking up one morning to find yourself tasting a lot like Cheetos and sweaty dicks and dissect Colin with me. From the looks of this package, Colin's latest fad diet was marshmallows, probably promising a loss of 10 pounds in 3 days, just in time for the bug mixer or whatever the hell it was he was eating all the marshmallows for. True to form, each candy is shaped like a giant caterpillar, complete with thorax, spiracles, and all. Thanks, insect science! The marshmallows are squashy and powdery, your average jet-puffed with Neapolitan flavors.
Colin is a little paradoxical in that it's a little hard to figure out what's going on with the snack. First he's a gummy candy bug, then he's a chocolate cake, and now he's a marshmallow, but he's flavored like an Italian dessert. I sense a little dessert dysphoria going on. In any case, he can talk that over with Chaz Bono, because his marshmallows are here to stay. The flavors are generic tasting, no more sophisticated than your average flavored 'mallow, but they're incredibly fun to eat and pose.
Labels: 6, british, candy, snack
