The medical profession, indeed
They're the very definition of TMI. We learned at college very quickly that you don't eat with the nursing students.

I learned that at an early age when my mother was doing her practicals for being an x-ray tech.

Among the stories she had:

1) The hospital was located by "bar row," the street (State Line Road) that separated Calumet City, Illinois, from Hammond, Indiana. The bars populated the strip because Indiana had lower cigarette and alcohol taxes, but Illinois allowed full nudity for dancers and the sale of alcohol on Sundays. Because of the establishments lining this street, the hospital had a machine that took cue balls out of mouths -- it's a sucker bet. Once the ball gets in, the jaw locks. It's sometimes worth losing the $10-$20 bet to shut some drunk up.

2) Some guy (allegedly) bet his friend $20 that he couldn't shove a can of deodorant up his @$$. The $20 didn't even cover the x-rays when it didn't come out within two weeks.

3) A couple at a party, drunk: She wants to have sex. He can't get it up. She produces one of those thin cocktail straws. . . Guess what gets lodged in his willy for a few days?

4) Two guys come in by ambulance from an auto crash. One has something sticky around his mouth. While prepping the driver, the staff finds maple syrup all over his crotch.

5) And of course, none of us boys could have a moped or motorcycle because of the accidents that came into the ER-- all recounted in excrutiating detail.

Those medical shows are never in the same realm as what the professionals calmly discuss -- while EATING, no less.
(ChiTown Guy Dating when 35+: sane, single, attractive - pick 2, Sat 8 Sep 2007, 7:39, Reply)