All this talk of vasectomies is giving me flashbacks [emoji33] Mine was just before Christmas in our district hospital, where I was laid on a trolley, in a queue along with a couple of other guys for nearly an hour. Was finally wheeled in where the main man and 3 female nurses stood. First thing I thought was "I hope I don't get a stiffy". Then the surgeon seemed to be having a spasm as he was confronted with my full brillo pad. I thought I only had to shave my plums, but apparently the lot should have come off. I remember getting 2 initial injections, which fekin hurt a lot. Then the butcher commenced while I was having a lovely conversation with a nurse, and he made his first incision, FUCKING HELL it hurt. Felt like a wrecking ball had decided to invade my nads, mainly due to the anesthetic not taking full effect, so more injections (more pain). I reckon the spiteful cunt did it on purpose, just cos I let the grass grow a bit, oh and I never got a stiffy.
As an aside, about a week after I got my letter confirming I was a Jaffa, I came home from work one evening to a locked house in total darkness. Finally caught a glimpse through the letterbox of the ex sat on the stairs, as I was trying to remove the front door. Long story short, after giving her 6 kids she classed me as redundant. Oh how I laughed [emoji57]