Get Knotted

Before I head off to bed, I give you the word ‘vasectomy’ in sign language.

Ugh, that reminds me. I was in hospital overnight a few years ago, and in the bed opposite was a horrendous man. He was explaining to the rest of the ward why his wife was ‘such a bitch’ and seemed to be generally the kind of guy you’d cross the street to avoid, or alternatively kick in front of a passing bus. The silver lining was that he was in hospital for a vasectomy, so at least he wouldn’t be inflicting his personality onto any more kids. He explained the process of the procedure in great detail, and I remember it to this day. Ah, memories…