So I had gone in for a consult for a vasectomy pre-covid, and after a very very long time of waiting I managed to schedule a appointment to get it done. I was VERY nervous. My nervousness was not alleviated at all by the prep or the tray of VERY sharp looking objects by the table.
Then 3 urologists came in... and... you know... shit got strange.
We turned on music.
Cracked jokes.
Bullshitted for about an hour....
So Fresh, So Clean? Oh yeah. I sang along to that shit while 2 dudes were cutting into me w/ surgical tools....
What a fucking day.
2 weeks until I'm allowed to do ANYTHING with the downstairs gear, and I have to go back in to give them a "sample" in 3 months (right around my birthday), but oh man.... Best. Birthday present to myself ever.
Also... I will NEVER hear So Fresh So Clean again without thinking about the surgery I don't think.
Yeah.
Seriously.
