When I clicked on the following news story, I had visions of chocolate sneezes and couldn’t get my head around snorting or smoking these.
Local RI School Warns Parents About Snorting Smarties, Possible Nasal Maggots.
Some befuddlement lifted after realizing they meant Rockets (the single greatest Halloween candy ever)…and then I wondered what in the world would make someone snort maltose?
Smarties (the Canadian version) don’t exist here in the US. Guess they lost the war to M&Ms since they are basically identical.
I do remember, at college, just for the hellofit, pouring Pixie Sticks out, chopping them up real fine, and getting a straw. Just to see what would happen.
What happens is it burns. And burns. And burns.
Stupid? I don’t know. Maybe we were just really bored that day.
I don’t recommend it, btw.
when you snort your smarties do you snort the red ones last?
I guess just like we sucked on candy cigarettes to imitate smoking, these kids are snorting candy cocaine to imitate the real thing. Those that sucked on candy cigarettes were inclined to try the real thing eventually. think about it.
M&Ms and (Canadian) Smarties identical?!
How dare you!
Smarties ALWAYS melt in your hands.
Smarties/Rockets is not the problem. These unfortunate incidents illustrate the failure to understand and follow the rules of group dynamics. This group was missing its sober introvert. There was no one around to say “This sounds like a dumb idea guys. Perhaps it’s time to go home.” Ignore this essential person at your peril. Doom and humiliation will surely follow.
I love the smell of moral panic in the morning.
In an attempt to regain our youth, The Wife and I decided to roleplay some popular moral panic memes. While playing Dungeons and Dragons, we put on a bunch of Silly Bandz to advertise our various kinks, applied a bunch of different colours of lip gloss to attempt a rainbow party (which ended up more like a Jackson Pollock exhibit), shoved vodka-soaked tampons up our various nether chutes, and — after reading about it here — snorted some Rockets (still in the wrapper, which is TOTALLY hardcore).
Made us feel like teenagers again, let me tell you. Wheeeeee!
Man oh man!! Never ever considered “snorting” anything. I’d love certain smells yes, like the old Rockets, Lik-m-Aids, Fruit Compriments, Pez, Pixie-Stix, etc., etc., but I always figured them to be a prelude to taste and ingestion. Never even thought to toke on a Popeye cigarette. Just loved candy, back in the day when you could get a good bag of assorted for a quarter. This is a generation of lost jackasses, willing to do whatever comes to mind. Hence, many more episodes of “1000 Ways To Die”.
Good god. What will kids think up next. … A pinch of Butterfinger between the cheek and gum?
… Or worse. In the kitchen mixing peanut butter with chocolate….
If only Mayor Bloomberg and Piers Morgan could join forces….
Nasal Maggots … perhaps this is something journalists breed?
Goth girls with nasal maggots?
That would be so kewl.
Nasal maggots? as long they are sure of their “gender identity” everything is fine…right?
A while back the latest fad among this group was snorting cinnamon.
Stupid is what stupid does.
Once upon a time, we taught our children to treat their bodies as temples. Now, with progress, we have seen that the body is an inner-city playground, a high school lab experiment, a refuse dump.
It’s the dismal tide.
Umm.. I think this is more a consequence of “drug education”, where they tell 8 year olds how adults snort coke, meth, etc. If you expose a large population of kids to that idea, simple stats tells us that out on the 4th or 5th standard deviation, there will be a couple of kids that want to try snorting something. And, doubtless using the time-honoured schoolyard technique of “don’t you wanna try? what are you – chicken?!”, some other kids were pushed into trying it as well.
Which is why I’m against teaching 8 and 9 year olds how to perform sodomy/fellatio/etc., as Kathleen Wynne and her buddy Bernie Levin wanted to do with Ontario school kids.
I just can’t get there from here.
Yep. The delightful little rolled candies are called Smarties south of the 49th. I am addicted to the point my better half threatens metering from time to time. Sometimes I suspect my blood is thick as cane syrup. Why one would waste Smarties by attempting to snort them is beyond me.
“Nasal Maggots” is definitely the name of my next band.