Drowning in the Gene Pool

"Get back you bastards!"

One day last year I was kind of forced into a conversation with a few of the guys from my building. This all-male talk fest was rolling and the subject of kids came up.

Right away I could tell this just wasn’t going to be my lucky day. I mean I really don’t mind kids – if they’re somebody else’s’ – and live somewhere else – and I’m not there. But I’m proud of the fact that I was one of the first men in my county to have a vasectomy before having children – almost 30-years ago. Of course this conversation was not about NOT having children – it was all about the DUTY of having them. Uh-oh.

The least evolved of the group spoke loudest; it seems he has a “need to breed”.

“I gotta have a son to carry on my Family Line.”

Now the only “line” with which I would associate this guy and his family is the line at the Department of Social Services where he would need help filling out the application. If all of this guys’ offspring mutated into plants and vegetables, our gene pool would be a nicer place in which to swim. Of course I didn’t say all this – but I thought it.

2 Responses to “Drowning in the Gene Pool”

  1. Joe Belle-Isle says:

    You can’t argue with an idiot, but you can stick a splintery board up their ass and fly them like a flag.

  2. amy says:

    good post.

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