Childhood Ambitions
HoratioFellatio writes:
"At the tender age of 13, my little hairless clockweights squirted their first dose of testosterone into my blood stream. The result was a mental alarm clock shouting, 'I NEED TO LOOK AT GIRL'S FANNIES.' I reasoned that if I became a Gynaecologist, I'd get to look at fannies all day.
"It was only when I reached the age of about 16 and learnt about STD's and yeast infections that I realised I'd only ever get to see diseased ones."
Tell us about your childhood career ambitions and the moment at which your aspirations crumbled into a pile of broken dreams.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2007, 12:02)
HoratioFellatio writes:
"At the tender age of 13, my little hairless clockweights squirted their first dose of testosterone into my blood stream. The result was a mental alarm clock shouting, 'I NEED TO LOOK AT GIRL'S FANNIES.' I reasoned that if I became a Gynaecologist, I'd get to look at fannies all day.
"It was only when I reached the age of about 16 and learnt about STD's and yeast infections that I realised I'd only ever get to see diseased ones."
Tell us about your childhood career ambitions and the moment at which your aspirations crumbled into a pile of broken dreams.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2007, 12:02)
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I had a few.
First of all I read some books when I was quite young about a little girl wanting to be a farmer. She had the same name as me so automatically I thought it was my destiny (breathe). That lasted till I realised I'd have to get up crazily early and put my hands places in animals that hands should never go.
Then I wanted to breed Siamese cats. As well as my parents telling me "they manage quite well on their own" I got the shit ripped out of me in school for it.
Then I wanted to live in a windmill. Or, to be exact, the one in Jonathan Creek, with him. See above.
Now? I'm two-thirds of my way through uni (French and Italian) and still don't have a fucking clue. Answers on a postcard shaped like a keeton.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2007, 15:22, Reply)
First of all I read some books when I was quite young about a little girl wanting to be a farmer. She had the same name as me so automatically I thought it was my destiny (breathe). That lasted till I realised I'd have to get up crazily early and put my hands places in animals that hands should never go.
Then I wanted to breed Siamese cats. As well as my parents telling me "they manage quite well on their own" I got the shit ripped out of me in school for it.
Then I wanted to live in a windmill. Or, to be exact, the one in Jonathan Creek, with him. See above.
Now? I'm two-thirds of my way through uni (French and Italian) and still don't have a fucking clue. Answers on a postcard shaped like a keeton.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2007, 15:22, Reply)
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