SDeein' as the chicken flu got holt of me and I'll prolly be dead by mornin' ('er not) I figgured that I would start this thread to give a ll my fellow Mudcat males a chance to tell their stories...
Fir me, it was back 'round 15 'er 17 yeras gao and me and my fisrt wife had figgurated that it was timwe to get her off "the pill" an get my butt on the cuttin' table.../
So I made an apppointment at a familee plannin' joint and drove a big old hoopdie down there to drive home since thay tolt me that I was gonna be sore on the way home...
So I shoe up and they have this little orientation thing, which unfortuneatley was interrupted by bomb sniffin dogs.... Hey, this was a planned parenthood cneter and' bomb sniffin' dogs were part of the deal...
No matter...
I weren't gonna be distratced by a bunch of flea bit hounds so I stayed and then...
"Mr. Bobert, Room 2...."
So I goes to Room 2 and am told to "take it off' and I know 'nuff 'bout the way stuff works so I know they ain'ty talkin; no tee-shirt here...
So Ix takes *it* off and then in to the room come three, count 'um, nurses to purdy much watch what is about tyo occur??? Like one real doctor and 3 wome3nz standin' 'round watchin' to make sure he;s gettin' the job done...
Well, I can't hink of a more embarressin' half hour of my life but Iz sure there's somethin' that I did real stupid to compete wioth this experience, but, fir the life of me, I can't pull it up in me rememberator...
Yeah, I know it ain't purdy fri the womenz to get their feets put in irons fir their exams but, hey, vasectomy ain't no day at the beach either...
That's a diein' man's story and Iz stickin' to it...