Oh God no! 'Countdown' is an institution in Britain and I am one of its many devotees. My work-at-home days end at 3.30 for 'Countdown'. This clip is like ... well, it's the equivalent of watching the Queen having a shit, it's so horrible!

*pokes eyes out*

Laser Vaginal Institute? Finally, my dream to shoot lasers from my vagina can be fulfilled!

*thrust hips*
*makes Star Warsy noises*

jrossi, the presence of this at last week's meetup brought to mind two memories, involving two different men - hell, two different decades, 80s and 90s - but identical incidents.

Picture the scene: a night out, drinking, dancing, hooking up with a guy. He goes off to the men's room to buy condoms from the vending machine. We go back to his place. Get down to it.

The condom goes on. Turns out it's a 'glow in the dark'. So, the light goes off (well, you have to see if it does actually glow, don't you?). And, in both cases, the guy then grabbed his glowing hard-on and began to play 'Star Wars' with it, complete with 'zhoooom! zhoooom!' noises.

Yeah, a real turn on, that, guys.

Yeah, a real turn on, that, guys.

Epic gay pr0n idea!!!

This clip is like ... well, it's the equivalent of watching the Queen having a shit, it's so horrible!

I think I'd rather see her taking a grumpy than sit through that clip.

OH God Jan, similar story but with my very innocent mate Eibhlin on her wedding night.
This was the time in Ireland when condoms were illegal and only available by prescription from a Dr countersigned by the local Garda Sergeant (I wasn't joking about the illegal bit).
Her intended K bought some condoms in Zurich airport, not realizing they were glow in the dark. It was lights out natch, and she just collapsed in laughter when she saw the glow. He soon collapsed as well (what is it with men when we laugh at their dicks, Sheesh!) and the marriage went unconsummated that night.