Well, I am glad I did not use one of the rings to go swimming with. Apparently they are meant to be comestibles. Question: If you had a ripe, crisp, juicy apple, wouldn’t you just eat the blasted thing, rather than torturing it in this barbaric fashion?
Oh, and the eponymous rodent, Buc–ee? He is a beaver. I am afraid I do not understand a beaver’s interest in motor fuel and snack foods.
When I come to rule this realm, I am going to straighten a LOT of things out.