Favorite Childhood Gum Ranked
Before we get to your favorite childhood gum ranked, let’s say bye to the the most disappointing gum ever:
Farewell, Fruit Stripe Gum: The Quickest Romance in the Chewing World
Let’s mourn the passing of an iconic chewy companion—Fruit Stripe gum.
If you’re wondering what the fuss is about, you’ve probably never tasted the fleeting joy that is Fruit Stripe.
Picture this: a burst of rainbow colors and a zebra sporting shades on the wrapper. You’d think you’re about to embark on a flavor adventure that’ll last for days.
Hold up, loser. You’re about to get real sad, fast.
The reality is a swift kick to your taste buds. The flavor of Fruit Stripe gum is like a one-hit wonder —annoying and short-lived.
Legend has it that Fruit Stripe gum dates back to the era when neon windbreakers and slap bracelets ruled supreme—the ’60s. It quickly became the go-to gum for kids across the globe, its zany packaging promising a party in your mouth. But, oh, how quickly the party fades! It’s like the gum manufacturers had a bet to see how fast they could make a flavor disappear.
Now, let’s not forget the other contenders in the disappointing gum Olympics. Bubble Tape, with its tantalizing length that tricks you into thinking it’ll last longer than a sitcom episode, only to leave you with a deflated bubble in seconds.
And Bazooka Joe, the gum that practically requires a jackhammer to make it chewable.
But here’s a revolutionary idea: maybe adults should ditch gum altogether.
Have you ever met a grown-up who looks sophisticated while smacking on a wad of gum? Doubtful. It’s like trying to look cool while wearing socks with sandals—it just doesn’t work.
And kids, let’s talk about swallowing gum and falling asleep with it. Your stomach is not a graveyard for chewed rubber! And don’t even get me started on the hair situation. It’s a sticky tragedy waiting to happen.
So, farewell, Fruit Stripe gum.
You may have disappointed us in the flavor department, but you’ll always have a special place in our hearts—or stuck in our hair. Chew responsibly, my friends!