|
|
|
| |
|
Ready for action, Rubber Johnny turns into Condom Man. He is protected against all comers. Blood sweat and tears mean nothing to him as he plugs away at his task: To see all practitioners of the mattress arts protected by their prophylactic buddies; Fruity, Ribbo and Jeff. Unless they're married, of course. The practitioners, not the condoms, stupid. |
