Because I expect everyone on Newsvine to be excited about my testicles, I am making this oh-so-private procedure public: I, bigfatdrunk, will be getting a vasectomy soon.
Now, I'm sure you are saying to yourself, "WTF, why do I care about this?" Everybody cares about my testicles. Everybody. If you deny, you are only kidding yourself about the wonderful awesomeness that are my testicles.
I have to admit that this "procedure" is scaring me. I have spread my seed far and wide, once a little too far, and now it's the end. It's over. I have a wife. I have a son. I have a daughter. Yet, my testicles are sad. All women – that's right, looking at you, babe – should experience my swimmers. Please allow me to let Elijah Dukes' friend speak for me:
"'I want you to have my baby' and he follows that up with 'Can I be your first baby daddy?'"
--Elijah Dukes' ex-wife NeShea Gilbert, on his pickup line.
Y'all should be so lucky. My testicles have helped create two of the most beautiful children in existence (and if I ever meet the real father, I will so kick his ass). This is your last chance, Viners: my testicles will expire shortly. BUY NOW! It's our last chance.
I'll be coming to a theater near you soon, but it just won't matter.
XOXOXOXOX,
BFD



