Banana

And there they were. In all their glory they stared back at me. From their individual wrappers they glistened knowingly of the secret they just revealed. And there I was, staring back at them with a child's Christmas morning eyes. I know something you don't. But I can't tell you, though. Because you might tell. Then there'd be hell. Then again, who really cares. Okay, I'll tell. Kelsey has banana flavored condoms in the third drawer of our shared cabinet. I was looking for somewhere to put my food and I opened it and they slide out at me from a corner. Please don't tell her I saw, she might get mad. But then again.....