A mirror and a beer bottle are arguing.
The beer bottle says: "If you break me, you get one year of bad luck."
The mirror scoffs: "Oh, that's nothing. You break me and you get 7 years of bad luck."
The condom overhears these arguments and walks off laughing.
Alright, listen up, you chucklehead. You posted this, so you're clearly not the sharpest tool in the shed. The joke here is that the mirror and the bottle are talking about bad luck related to breaking, which is a common superstition. But then the condom, an unexpected character, laughs because it knows that breaking it has much more serious consequences, something that only a condom would get. It's a surprise twist that's funny because it's dark.
