I just ate a handful of Jelly Bellies, but just my handful. Maybe a quarter of a cup. Too many . . . putting my pancreas to work . . . but not, like, the whole bag. Anyway . . . .
The bubble gum flavored ones are vile, cloyingly vile. But I ate them and kept eating them . . . because they were in my hand.
Also, chocolate and berry are surprisingly good together. I didn't intend that combination. I thought the chocolate was another berry.
Also good: toasted marshmallow and buttered popcorn. Another happy mistake.
I also like the black pepper flavored ones . . . and, of course, licorice. (I didn't used to like licorice. As a kid, I hated it and would always wonder why my dad would eat it. Now I know why. And the reason is because kid's don't know anything and that shit is delicious.)
The sour cherry one that I ate all by itself: Devine.
There were no weird ones in my hand, thank God, like grass or booger or ear wax or vomit (damn you, Harry Potter).
I saved two watermelons for last.
