I Hope I Can Still Laugh About This in 5 Years
As depressing as this lawsuit on behalf of frozen embryos is, the thread provoked at least two classic comments.
I adopted an Blastocyst-American. His name was Bob. I write “was” because Bob is no longer with us. You see, I learned the hard way that your shouldn’t play catch with your little blastocyst buddy, not even if you put extra padding in his tiny little catcher’s mit.
Remember, if there was a fire in a hospital lab, and you could choose between saving one blastocyst and 25,000 live Iraqi civilians, you would naturally pick the snowflake. Game, set, match, give those people their money or something.
I’m not going to try to top those…