Penny MG Loc: Fresno, Texas

This story may seem long....but it is a quick read and great for a really good laugh!

overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet. Here's what happened:
Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was
"something wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his
room.

"He's just lying there looking sick," he told me.
"I'm serious, Dad. Can you help? One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking
stressed. I immediately knew what to do.
"Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"
"Oh, my gosh!" my wife exclaimed. "She's having babies."
"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!"
I was equally outraged. "Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we
didn't want them to reproduce," I said accusingly to my wife.
"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she
inquired (I think she actually said this sarcastically!).
"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, (in my
most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth).
"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.
"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know," she informed
me (Again with the sarcasm!)
By now the rest of the family had
gathered to see what was going
on. I shrugged, deciding to make
the best of it.
"Kids, this is going to be a
wondrous experience," I
announced. "We're about to
witness the miracle of birth."
"Oh, gross!" they shrieked.
"Well, isn't THAT just great? What
are we going to do with a litter of
tiny little lizard babies?" My wife
wanted to know.

We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny
foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.
"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.
"It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified.
"Do something, Dad!" my son urged.
"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it
next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more
times with the same results.
"Should I call 911?" my eldest daughter wanted to know "Maybe they
could talk us through the trauma."
(You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)
"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my
son holding the cage in his lap.
"Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged.
"I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to him. (Women can
be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing,
but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.).
The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little
animal through a magnifying glass.
"What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically.
"Oh, very interesting, " he murmured. "Mr. And Mrs. Cameron, may I
speak to you privately for a moment?"

I gulped, nodding for my son to
step outside.
"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my
wife asked.
"Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us.
"This lizard is not in labor. In fact,
that isn't EVER going to happen . . .
Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a
young male. And occasionally, as
they come into maturity, like most
male species, they um . . . Um.
Masturbate. Just the way he did,
lying on his back." He blushed,
glancing at my wife.

We were silent, absorbing this. "So, Ernie's just . . . Just . Excited," my
wife offered.
"Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood.
More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle.
And then even laugh loudly.
"What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the
woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless
manliness.
Tears were now running down her face. "It's just . . . That . . I'm picturing
you pulling on its . . its . . teeny little . ." She gasped for more air to
bellow in laughter once more.

"That's enough," I warned. We thanked
the vet and hurriedly bundled the lizard
and our son back into the car. He was glad
everything was going to be okay.
"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you
did, Dad," he told me.
"Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed,
collapsing with laughter.

-- Two lizards: $140.
-- One cage: $50.
-- Trip to the vet: $30.
-- Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie: Priceless
Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class. Lizards lay eggs

tschmath Loc: Los Angeles

Very funny. My reaction as I was reading it was that lizards lay eggs, not have live births, so I was trying to figure out the point of the story. Great punch line.

Penny MG Loc: Fresno, Texas

That was my first thought as well, but kept reading anyway :-)

TrainNut Loc: Ridin' the rails

Well worth the read. Very funny. Thanks.
I guess all species of males are "wird". :shock: ;) :thumbup:

Penny MG Loc: Fresno, Texas

HAHAHA.....maybe not all of them trainNut....I had to share this story. I came across it several years ago, but it still makes me laugh to this day. I guess it is the "visuals" that go through my mind that makes it so funny. Glad you enjoyed it.

cindij Loc: New Lowell, Ontario, Canada

Really enjoyed that one with my morning coffee! :lol: :lol: :lol:

Penny MG Loc: Fresno, Texas

Happy you enjoyed it! :lol:

UP-2-IT Loc: RED STICK, LA

LONG LIVE ERNIE !!!

UP-2-IT Loc: RED STICK, LA

No TrainNut, I looked and it don't even resemble a little foot!