I called my cousin's wife Joanna the other day (from now on, I'm just going to refer to her as my cousin to keep it simple). Bobbi had just returned from her doctor appointment and the doctor had advised her to have me get a vasectomy (not because we don't want more children but because, after meeting me, the doctor was determined to stop me from ever reproducing again).
"Joanna," I said, "I'm getting a vasectomy?"
"... and you just had to call and tell me?" She asked.
"Your husband had a vasectomy, right?"
"So, what comes out now?"
"The same stuff that came out before. I was all excited that it was gonna be all clean but nooo, it's the same as before."
"How can that be?"
"Well, they just clamp off the sperm."
"I thought it was all sperm."
"So you're saying the rest is just filler..."
"You're telling me!"