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Originally Posted by WT Sharpe
Before I got neutered,
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See? THAT is why I said 'spayed.' I didn't get neutered. (I pray Tom didn't either!) We just got seed delivery stopped. To me, 'neutered' brings to (my) mind the fat, bald eunuchs who guarded the harem. I didn't want to guard the harem... I wanted to raid it! I wanted to be able to sow my wild oats, but still be sure of a crop failure!
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everyone told me of how sore they'd been after the operation. I got the operation and was back at work the next day lifting, walking, and doing all the things I normally did; all the while thinking smugly about what wimps other men were who had had vasectomies.
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I was one of those wimps. I walked like a saddle-sore cowboy after a hard trail ride, and stepping down from a street curb (and bouncing) made my eyes water. No work or play for me! But only for about two days. But then, by the 3-4th day, like Tom, it was as if I were growing cactus in my shorts! Yowee! And back at work by then, my boss spent most of his day rolling on the floor laughing...
Stitchawl