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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School Career Decisions
I remember filling in a rather annoying form in high school. It was basically multiple choice and you had to grade them yourself
e.g - are you good with old people
A) - yes B) No C) NO D) hell no
etc..
It was then put into a 'supercomputer' which evaluated a career for me. I ended up with..
Fence erector.
Needless to say, the next few times we had to do this shit, I changed my DESIRED occupation from Factory worker to Hitman, private assassin or Government black ops spy.
They never bothered me again.
* Incidentally, I'm on the dole.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2007, 20:23, Reply)
I remember filling in a rather annoying form in high school. It was basically multiple choice and you had to grade them yourself
e.g - are you good with old people
A) - yes B) No C) NO D) hell no
etc..
It was then put into a 'supercomputer' which evaluated a career for me. I ended up with..
Fence erector.
Needless to say, the next few times we had to do this shit, I changed my DESIRED occupation from Factory worker to Hitman, private assassin or Government black ops spy.
They never bothered me again.
* Incidentally, I'm on the dole.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2007, 20:23, Reply)
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