Killer Candy

     Posted By: Paul - Sat May 27, 2023
     Category: Death | Fables, Myths, Urban Legends, Rumors, Water-Cooler Lore | Advertising | Candy | 1970s

Was this a US only thing? I never heard of this and Pop Rocks are still available in candy store here in Canada, or at least here in Quebec.
Posted by Andre Vandal on 05/27/23 at 09:00 AM
The most disappointing candy ever marketed. According to the stories one expected to see children collapsing in the streets with Coca Cola and candy spewing from their orifices. I tried some once and found them to be tasteless.
Posted by KDP on 05/27/23 at 01:20 PM
Meanwhile, the real threat came from the Netherlands: Mentos.
Posted by Richard Bos on 05/28/23 at 12:36 PM
I knew a guy who had a cousin with a friend who this one time totally ate Pop Rocks and drank a Coke. His stomach swelled up like a balloon and he was on his way to the hospital when the ambulance hit a bump and his stomach exploded! They said it took a week to clean all his pieces from the ambulance! I swear it happened! Just like they said!
Posted by Brewvet on 05/31/23 at 01:02 PM
These have nothing on what healthy food can do!

My brother-in-laws' third cousin's boyfriend's ex-wife ate a spinach, asparagus, and broccoli casserole and washed it down with a kale smoothie. She bloated like an elephant about to give birth to triplets, and her rapidly composting stomach couldn't take the strain, blowing out everything from navel to nipple. Fearing she might survive and perform more such indignities to her digestive system, her large intestine leapt up and throttled her brain.

You used to be able to read the news reports about it in various internet archives, but Big Veggie had all traces of it erased or placed behind expensive paywalls.
Posted by Phideaux on 05/31/23 at 03:50 PM
Phideaux, I guess you could say Big Veggie squashed the caper.
Posted by Virtual in Carnate on 06/01/23 at 05:56 AM
Virtual -- When my sister was teaching me to cook, she told me that capers are what's left over when they turn a rooster into a capon. I'm sure, upon reflection, she meant to make me feel uncomfortable about that jar of them in the cupboard. I'm afraid her effort was wasted because, while I knew about turning bulls into steers, I wasn't old enough to have any personal identity with that part of my body or understand the implications of losing it/them. It wasn't until I was in my late twenties when I finally stumbled across a recipe which called for them did I realize I'd filed that info as a simple fact. To this day, whenever I see that word, the first mental image I get is of a chicken getting snipped.
Posted by Phideaux on 06/01/23 at 07:12 AM
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