No, but it does help with the flow of the joke. If you have to make that kind of leap for the joke to land, it’s a bit arcane and won’t reach quite as many people.
As someone who has had a vasectomy, can confirm. What they do is to disable the sperm making, while leaving pre storage intact, by only cutting the spermtube.
One summer a whole bunch of years ago, I was on my way to my vasectomy appointment, wife is driving because they won’t just “let” you drive yourself home. (And no, you don’t want to drive yourself home.) The last stoplight before the medical center is out, completely dark, stop signs folded open. Huh.
We park and go in, and it’s dark inside, just emergency lights on. Ohhh … power is out. Man, now I have to reschedule this and do the whole “get my gumption up” thing again. Go up to the office to figure it out.
Get to the office, they have a desk lamp on the counter, apparently plugged into the emergency circuit. It’s the only light. Explain why I’m there, and that I’ll probably need to reschedule. Doctor calls from the side, “We’ve got enough light back here, we can do it today.” Well okay, lfg.
Get on the table, there’s a big ol’ stand fan behind my head, the big fat round kind on a tall pole stand, like you’d see in a Catholic grade school in the 1980s, and it was 20 years old then. HVAC must be down, doc needs to stay comfortable. Again, must be plugged into the emergency circuit. Nothing else is powered.
Now, this fan is doing wonders for the doctor, and nilch for me, so I ask for a wetted towel that I can use to keep myself cool. I’m kind of swiping my head and face as the doctor is working. When the towel gets too warm, which happens almost instantly, I unfold it and hold it way up into the breeze of the fan to cool it down again, and then back to wiping my brow. Lather, rinse, repeat, all while the doctor is snipping my junk. It was like getting a vasectomy in a M/*A/*S/*H unit.
The second part of this story is how many years after that, I came down with testicular cancer, and one of 'em had to be evicted.
Tell me more about these folding stop signs? Are they automatically deployed when the power is out? Never seen such a thing, spent my life in Southern California.
No, they’re manual. they have a horizontal hinge on them, and are folder shut and padlocked, mounted to the traffic light posts. Bastards can come unlock them and set them open as necessary.
Not enough to not victim blame, apparently. And I don’t even recall posturing as a victim of any kind.
I explained why I went forward with it. Getting up the gumption to go get it done that day was an obstacle, and if I didn’t have to overcome that obstacle again, that was better. That was my choice, and I made it, and I would make it again in the same circumstances.
You know they dont remove the testicle during a vasectomy… right?
Yes, but a joke in a comic strip doesn’t have to be exactly accurate, does it?
No, but it does help with the flow of the joke. If you have to make that kind of leap for the joke to land, it’s a bit arcane and won’t reach quite as many people.
As someone who has had a vasectomy, can confirm. What they do is to disable the sperm making, while leaving pre storage intact, by only cutting the spermtube.
The deferens between those operations is vas
You cheeky bugger…
Story time, and yes, it’s topical. Twice.
One summer a whole bunch of years ago, I was on my way to my vasectomy appointment, wife is driving because they won’t just “let” you drive yourself home. (And no, you don’t want to drive yourself home.) The last stoplight before the medical center is out, completely dark, stop signs folded open. Huh.
We park and go in, and it’s dark inside, just emergency lights on. Ohhh … power is out. Man, now I have to reschedule this and do the whole “get my gumption up” thing again. Go up to the office to figure it out.
Get to the office, they have a desk lamp on the counter, apparently plugged into the emergency circuit. It’s the only light. Explain why I’m there, and that I’ll probably need to reschedule. Doctor calls from the side, “We’ve got enough light back here, we can do it today.” Well okay, lfg.
Get on the table, there’s a big ol’ stand fan behind my head, the big fat round kind on a tall pole stand, like you’d see in a Catholic grade school in the 1980s, and it was 20 years old then. HVAC must be down, doc needs to stay comfortable. Again, must be plugged into the emergency circuit. Nothing else is powered.
Now, this fan is doing wonders for the doctor, and nilch for me, so I ask for a wetted towel that I can use to keep myself cool. I’m kind of swiping my head and face as the doctor is working. When the towel gets too warm, which happens almost instantly, I unfold it and hold it way up into the breeze of the fan to cool it down again, and then back to wiping my brow. Lather, rinse, repeat, all while the doctor is snipping my junk. It was like getting a vasectomy in a M/*A/*S/*H unit.
The second part of this story is how many years after that, I came down with testicular cancer, and one of 'em had to be evicted.
Tell me more about these folding stop signs? Are they automatically deployed when the power is out? Never seen such a thing, spent my life in Southern California.
No, they’re manual. they have a horizontal hinge on them, and are folder shut and padlocked, mounted to the traffic light posts. Bastards can come unlock them and set them open as necessary.
… I hate to victim blame, but there were so many red flags…
Not enough to not victim blame, apparently. And I don’t even recall posturing as a victim of any kind.
I explained why I went forward with it. Getting up the gumption to go get it done that day was an obstacle, and if I didn’t have to overcome that obstacle again, that was better. That was my choice, and I made it, and I would make it again in the same circumstances.
Unless you’re victim blaming for the cancer.
Hell of a story though damn.
Who did you piss off? 😳
Testicle Jesus, apparently.
Is that PugJesus’ alt?
:shakes fist:
Yeah they’re thinking of an orchiectomy
Oh nuts