Satans' Surgery & Sperm Slinging

What's a poor boy to do? He wants to have sex. He really wants to have sex. He does not want to have a baby, but he really does not want to use rubbers/condoms/sheaths/raincoats. They take away some of the pleasure, you know.

A vasectomy. He decides to have a vasectomy. To get cut. Slit the tube between the testicles and... the pleasure shoot, shall we say? Ok, the decision is made.

Who knew? Who really knew he would run into resistance about this seemingly personal choice? As he approaches the vasectomy clinic, there are placards and protesters, stating he is murdering poor, innocent sperm. And you know, that sperm could turn into life. Some say it is life.

He wonders if someone will throw a vial of fresh sperm on his newly purchased coat, and hopes it won't stain if that indeed does occur. Someone yells out to him: "You know, they perform Satan's Surgery here!"

He pauses, and decides that he will think about this Satan Surgery thing for awhile.

He can always masturbate. Can't he?

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