The Vasectomy

After the birth of our third child, my wife and I decided that we had enough children. Since all of them were born through cesarean section, my wife made the decision that it was my turn to get cut. I’d been told that getting a vasectomy is no big deal. Painless. Snip, snip, done. I could be banging my wife again later that night and would never have to worry about getting her pregnant. Ever. Again. Well, FML, because that’s not exactly what happened. First things first. I needed to find a doctor. At the time I was a thirty year old, six foot tall, light skinned, African-American male. The doctor I found was probably in his mid-fifties, pretty fit with small black rimmed glasses and skin tha

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