Preggers People (and Their Friends) are Crazy

I was taking the bus two days ago while here visiting San Francisco and was doing one of my favorite things to do while riding a bus: eavesdropping. Two ladies in their late twenties were telling their boyfriends about recent babyshowers they had gone to. The men didn't know what went on at the showers, so the ladies were describing various games they played to indulge the mommies to be. One game that was described went like this:

The host melts candy bars in diapers. Each guest receives a diaper with a different melted candy bar in it. The guests "get" to lick the diaper to try to figure out what candy bar was previously there in solid form. "It's so fun!"

(Questions I wanted to ask, but was afraid opening my mouth would release the vom: What was the method for melting? Putting a diaper in a microwave sounds like all sorts of bad to me. Did anyone object? Did anyone vom? Is that really a challenge? If you know your candy bars, rice crackels and peanuts are gonna look about the same melted and on a diaper.)

WOOF. YUCK. OH EM GEE. Good thing I don't eat candy bars very often. I remain disgusted by this.