No, they don’t use a guillotine. Go ahead and google search a Gomco Clamp.
This was my second circumcision…obviously, I wasn’t coherently there for the first one. Lol. It was my first time watching this type of procedure being done. And let me tell you…holy balls did I cringe and hold my crotch the whole time. I guess every man gets a little uncomfortable seeing the male genitalia getting treated, whether it be from a kick to the nut sack or hearing about a crazy woman in the news chopping off their husband’s penis. Then again, this is America Jack, there are people out there who love and fantasize about this too. But, that’s a whole different story. This is about my experience witnessing a circumcision.
My classmate Marie idealized the female doctor that came into the room. She chuckled “GOALS,” underneath her breath. The doctor was a strong, independent woman, to say the least. These ratchet ass bitches up in here. Lol.
Let’s say you took a non-inflated ballon, in between your hands. You then stretched it out and press it against the top of any standard bottle. Finally, with the excess flaps of the ballon dangling on the sides, you take the cap of the bottle and twist it back on. And you just keep twisting, and twisting, and twisting, until you get the desired amount of foreskin you want to slice off with a utility knife. Interestingly, she used silver nitrate q-tips to press against spots that were bleeding.
The doc said, “Don’t worry the baby doesn’t even know what’s happening and can’t feel a thing,” as she swiftly sliced the skin. I felt her evil satisfaction in doing this. Lol.
The baby was crying his heart out. Poor child. I’m here for you bro. No one else.
I grabbed my sack to make sure they were still there.