You know, just to try it, I got SKITTLES gum. ['Skittles gum' being in the accusative; not 'skittles' (dative) 'gum' (accusative)].
Anyway, they call it Bubble Gum. But that's a bigger lie than harpooning whales is unhealthy for whales (don't get me started).
I mean, you need at least three skittles = a chewable piece of gum (not bubble gum, mind you. Just gum!)
Anywhoo, I did the calculations that there are 30 skittles per pack (at least that's what they advertise on the box. If I come up short at the end, I will flip out). Three per a chewable piece - so that's 10 pieces of gum. Normal pacs come with, what, 5 sticks?
Plus, you can mix up the flavor combinations!
But I don't remember how much it costs for a "box" of 30 pieces.
Anyway, I really like it. I have the black box, the wild fruit something...I dunno.
I just grabbed it. The lady making my sandwhich there, in the deli, was getting me involved with an inner store confrontation.
Apparently, the Indian wrote mustared on the mustard bottle. And the hispanic woman making the sandwhich made fun of her. "Maybe that's how you spell it in India, but that's not how we spell it in America." The irony is, neither of them spoke English well.
It was like the producers of
Brooklyn telling the producers of
The Woman in White what they (the WiW producers) did wrong, with Cameron Mackintosh presiding.
Or Carter telling Bush how to be president, while in the presence of Regan.
You get it. Kettle/Pot, Pot/Kettle.
The smallest stream is a valent river. It will drown me if it can.
Updated On: 2/17/06 at 02:57 AM