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One of the things I like about Dr. Specs is that he has all these cool diagrams of hoohahs, ovaries, fallopian tubes, and such.
And when he is explaining some complicated anatomical point he will whip out one of these cute pictures and draw on them in the hopes that I will understand just exactly what the fuck he is talking about.
On the outside, I appear to be a healthy, hell, maybe even vibrant, 39- year-old.
But on the inside, my ovaries are a rotting, decrepit, geriatric mess.
They are decaying faster than my brain (for which I am truly grateful for these medical pictorials) and this decay is the very reason that I will not be polluting the gene pool with my offspring.
Crack whores and white trash Teen Moms can procreate, but Mother Nature has decided that, despite the fact that I have always cleaned my room, shared my stuff with all of my siblings/friends/cousins, studied hard in school, got good grades, never cheated on a significant other, paid my taxes, earned a college/master's degree, always held a job and worked hard, and generally been a kind, decent and generous human being, I am unfit to reproduce.
Screw you, Mother Nature.