Talking Bollocks

After finishing night shifts earlier this week I had an appointment with the Willy Doctor. Nothing serious, just a sperm-o-gram to check my fertility. A checkup on my little swimmers so to speak. I first had to fill in a questionnaire and then have a little chat with the Doc. He seemed a really nice chap, he explained really well what was going to happen, and the best bit was he did it in English.

The sample was given last. I was taken to a 'quiet room' to deposit my sample, and to my surprise there was no reading material available. The even bigger surprise was the small petri dish I was given. The doctor commented that it can be quite tricky to get the sample into the dish. Who says Doctors don't have a sense of humour. Anyway without getting into the technicalities the mission was successful.

The other part of the checkup was the Ultra sound. It's the same machine that they use for checking foetuses in the womb. It was quite a funny experience seeing ones Gonads on screen, and the Doc took a couple of screenshots - I wonder if I get to keep a copy? - and no, I'm not going to post them here!

The Doctor gave my testicles a clean bill of health, but what was weird was when he was checking the blood supply to the scrotal region and he turned up the volume on the Ultra sound. I could hear this strange noise, it was almost like a language. It took me a few moments to realise what it was...........it was talking bollocks!