<human>: For my first post on reddit ever, I'll start.

Some back story. My grandfather has Dementia/Alzheimer's Disease. We (me and my mom) are currently living with my grandparents. Usually I feel bad, but today I found this instance rather funny. 

A month ago I went to Gay Pride San Francisco and received all of the condoms I could ever imagine. 31, to be exact. Usually I have them hidden in my room because well, I don't really want almost three dozen condoms laying around in my room for the world to see. 

Today, I found my little baggie of condoms on the floor and thought nothing of it immediately. I figured my grandfather went through my drawers and decided to toss everything on the floor and forget to pick it up, which happens often. So, I went about my business in my room and did what any other typical teenager would during summer. It starts getting late, so I have to get my headphones inorder to listen to music. As I'm fumbling around my desk for my headphones I find something kinda squishy, at first I thought it was some food bit or something like that, but my hand just doesn't want to avoid it so I turn on my light. 

Apparently, my grandfather found my bag of condoms. Some of them were wrapped like lollipop (with the stick and wrapper and everything) and thought they were *real* lollipops. So he took one, unwrapped it, took a bite out of it, and spit it out. On my desk. Then decided to leave the evidence. Plus, it wasn't even a flavored one.

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<bot>: Grandpa went through my room, found a condom lollipop for a sweet treat and decided to leave me the leftovers.