You, Too, Can Laugh and Joke While Getting a Vasectomy

“I think you’re going to need a bigger knife,” I said. Okay, no I didn’t say that. (Men’s Haircuts)

On a particular March 14th in Honolulu back in the 1990's, my wife gave birth to our youngest son. He was a preemie, and weighed three pounds, fourteen ounces at birth. Look at the numbers: 3'14" on 3/14. My youngest son is “pi r squared”, and to this day is an — ahem — well-rounded individual (in experiences, not body fat).