Gotta Collect 'Em All

No, they're not toys; they're condoms -- Wacky Rubbers, literally & figuratively.




Some glow, others light-up, some play music, so I guess these rubbers are for the Pokemon-esque who wants to 'collect them all.'

I wonder how many future collectors will know what these are -- or if they will think they are collecting kids' toys. I don't give a hoot for lights & music in my coot, but the shapes are intriguing. Often creepy too; but still that's intriguing.

The gas mask is strange, the hand so freakin' girlie it boggles... But I'll admit the fingertips intrigue me as a female recipient.



Who wants to stick a cute smiley-faced flower up there? (If things are going as they should, her face is gonna bash my cervix -- a lot.)



The rocket ship design makes me think of every man who has talked about "blast-off, baby". Usually these are the same guys who not only refer to their penis in the third person & name it but also refer to it so often in regular conversation you start to wonder if they don't realize it's not really its own entity.

Here's two from their Astrology line.




Like the Little Mermaid panties my daughter once wore, I wonder why on earth these people think we want crabs anywhere near our genitals...

The teapot, makes me think of the after use -- "just tip me over and pour me out."



Via Bust's blog, which has an interesting post on them too.