Man juice, spooge, sperm… it’s all the same thing, right? Well, I guess the name isn’t important. What’s important is that I Want some and seem to be having a hard time getting some.
The jizzu…um, Jist of the story is this: I’m trying to order some donor sperm from a fertility clinic but I’ve spent the last two days on the phone going back and forth from them to my doctor because the address’ were all mixed up.
Finally, I get That all taken care of and call to order the donor I had picked out. And what do I hear? I’m sorry Clieko, but we’re all out of him. What? But I just called two days ago! Do you mean to tell me that all of a sudden there’s a mad rush to have the offspring of a 6 foot tall lithuanian who likes to play basketball? Ok, so maybe he wouldn’t be such a bad catch… but seriously, now I have to go back and spend another few hours agonizing over who’s gonna be the biological father of my first born child!
Stressed a bit? Why yes, yes I am. My biological clock is tickin’ here!
Ok, ok, I know it’s only a few more hours of going through potential donors, but He was the one that I wanted! Alright, well there Was one other one but he was out too and I got over him…
So it’s back to the drawing board I go, wish me luck.
Anyone else out there ever have this problem? I mean there’s gotta be Somebody on the Board who’s gone out lookin’ fer man juice in all the wrong places too…