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Wednesday, December 01, 2004




Chop Chop

So I'm on the phone yesterday with the Managing Director of my work and we're talking about having a Vasectomy.

Now there's a sentence you don't hear every day. But yes I was talking to my Managing Director about having the chop. I've never tried to hide the fact that I now shoot blanks and have even gone to the extent of describing the entire thing in detail for anyone who is planning on getting one.

But I suppose yesterday was the first time I had ever done so over the phone while sitting on a packed Sydney commuter train. How did that come about? I'm glad you asked.

I suppose it was caused by the sort of attitude that pervades you as 5pm rolls up. All your thoughts are geared towards getting home, getting to the train on time or getting in position on the platform so you increase your chances of getting a seat.

On top of all that, I was almost finished my book so you could say I was in a very goal orientated frame of mind. Distractions such big, fat, stinky blokes sitting next to me or what anyone else thought of what I was doing or saying becoming irrelevant.

So I got off the phone and noticed that a few people were looking at me strangely. Could it have been their simple annoyance at me for talking on my mobile on the train? Or was it possibly something to do with the fact that they would have heard me use such choice phrases as;

"Mate having the chop is the best thing you'll ever do" or "Yeah the pain is minimal especially when you are trying your damndest not to get a hard-on while the nurses hold your dick".

I might have to start travelling in a different train carriage from now on.


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