It is my qualified opinion that whatever brand of condom your dad keeps in his sock drawer is the best kind to drop off the fourth floor fire escape on the kid from the other clique. Proximity to concrete and or rosebushes helps immensely.
Blessings,
Barbara, whose first exposure to a condom was when a water filled one came bouncing merrily down the chapel steps as I was ascending on my way to choir practice (10th grade).