It’s called infibulation. You didn’t mention how this is not done in a surgery suite, but usually on the ground, with a sharp piece of metal (tin can lid, etc.)

Shut up. There’s one on the corner I work.

Going rate’s 30 pieces of silver. Oh wait, this is Missouri. Never mind.

“Could you pick up the kids on the way back? They’re in the family room.”

Oh yeah. I forgot. That’s mine. I like having to drive to hit the light switch.

My cats seem to think their butts are pretty compelling in and of themselves. “Now witness the power of this armed and FULLY OPERATIONAL dirt star!”

Aw, shit. Does this mean we aren’t gonna meet at the fish boning statue?

DO IT. DO IT NAOOOOOOOOOOO

Sounds like you’re running lean. Might want to rinse your filter in some vinegar and water, you know, freshen it up. Alternately, you could have your bloodbag orally aerosol some fuel all up in your supercharger, like they do Down Under.

.....FOR IT IS SHINY AND CHROME. WITNESS ME!

My last period was September of last year. Been humming along, doing my old lady uterine atrophy thing, when all of a sudden two days ago I started gushing like I had been saving it up for 10 months.

ya know, if you would just shut yer lady yap and listen to the nice male marketing department you’d know what you need and what’s good for ya.

I akshully went last summer. It was crowded, expensive, and depressing (the belugas especially so). We did meet by that statue, though.

The calf swims round and round, and at last swims up to his mom, nudging her. “Mama, where are us? Where are other us?”
Piquet whistles quietly, slowing a little, not stopping.

Yeah, but then people do that and go chasing dolphins and whine cuz they end up breaking shit.

Reminds me of this:

I’ll crochet your ratty unwashed nursing bras into a lovely summer scarf. $24.95 plus shipping, or $1,024.95 plus shipping if you’re a fetisher.

Huh huh, you said will.

Ermagerd! Those are MY toenail clippings!