Mail for Grandpa

Awhile back my grandpa made the mistake of complaining that since he is 'older', he no longer receives any "good" mail. Well, there are just some things in this world that should not go un-rectified. So naturally, my first order of business was to mail him a coconut, no box, just tape some stamps to the coconut and use a sharpie to address it and not include a return address. The post office was funny when I mailed it (lots of "reallys?" but none the less, it was mailed, and received. Gramps was thoroughly confused by the coconut (which cracked during shipping by the way, next time I'll ensure my coconuts are insured) and told my mom and aunts about it. After a brief wait for the dust to settle I decided he needed another package.
Twizzlers are gross. If you like Twizzlers you either have never had a Redvine or are you are a bad person. Anyway, after eating all the good Halloween candy (I pass some out to kids the then shut the lights off and keep the rest, so what?) I had a jar full of gross Twizzlers left over. Only one thing to do...