Well, I’m back from the vasectomy clinic. As I promised I would in Wednesday’s column, since I survived, I went straight to the M.A.J. offices to report on what happened.
Today’s adventure began, as so many of my adventures do, with me planning a stupid joke.
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This coming Saturday, I will transition from being a man to being whatever you are after a vasectomy. That’s right; I’m getting the snip. Mrs. M.A.J. has been carrying the freight on birth control since we met, so it’s time I did my part. Or parts.
I was referred to what is by all accounts the best
castration vasectomy clinic around Continue reading “Let’s Fix This Junk: The Vasectomy”