This article on BBC is quite funny. But I really love these true and wise words:
But Indian men need not be concerned about measuring up internationally according to Sunil Mehra, the former editor of the Indian version of the men’s magazine Maxim.
“It’s not size, it’s what you do with it that matters,” he said.
“From our population, the evidence is Indians are doing pretty well.”
It has been covered, as I think you know, in the rubber room. 
Ahhhhh then please delete this thread, as I thought condom discussions usually belonged in pubs… Now when I talk condoms, I’ll try to remember I’m talking politics 
the personal is political…
Perhaps if you had checked the rubber room…uh…prophylactically…
–James
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Azalin, I, for one, am glad you posted this here. Had it not been for your thoughtfulness, I would have missed this enlightening topic.
Oh! My goodness! Look at the time! Excuse me! I need to rush off and edit my personals ad before the deadline . . .
But Indian men need not be concerned about measuring up internationally according to Sunil Mehra, the former editor of the Indian version of the men’s magazine Maxim.
“It’s not size, it’s what you do with it that matters,” he said.
“From our population, the evidence is Indians are doing pretty well.”
That’s one way to look at it. The other is that their condoms keep slipping off.
Thank you James. I was wondering when someone would pick up on the pun… or at the very least, admit to doing so.
Man, folks is so serious here, maybe we ought to offer some booze in this pub, eh?
Wombat, you crack me up!!
Maybe, but condom machines belong in pub toilets.
Can you suffer a condom joke? Don’t answer; it’s a rhetorical question.
Miss Beatrice, the church organist and an avid player of traditional Irish music, was in her eighties and had never been married. She was admired for her sweetness and kindness to all. One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room.
She invited him to have a seat while she prepared tea.
As he sat facing her old Hammond organ, the young minister noticed a cut-glass bowl sitting on top of it. The bowl was filled with water, and in the water floated, of all things, a condom! When she returned with tea and scones, they began to chat.
The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist. “Miss Beatrice”, he said, “I wonder if you would tell me about this?” pointing to the bowl.
“Oh, yes,” she replied, “Isn’t it wonderful? I was walking through the park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground. The directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet and that
It would prevent the spread of disease. Do you know I haven’t had the flu all winter.”
Talk about stretching the truth …
djm
Wouldn’t it be more sanitary to hang them on the wall? 
Maybe it’s just prophylactose intolerance.