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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An owl.
I wanted to be an owl for a bit.
I had a big jumper (that my mad alcoholic granny made) that was far too big and I could put it all over me, with my arms inside, put my hands down on my feet and pretend they were owl claws while waving my sleeves/wings like I was a big fat wise bird*.
It was green.
Is it obvious that I have just had my end of year appraisal and now have no ambitions left in life other than that kill crazy rampage I keep promising myself?
And Laurence Corner closed last weekend. Mumble.
*How unlike real life. The wise bit I mean.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2007, 23:40, Reply)
I wanted to be an owl for a bit.
I had a big jumper (that my mad alcoholic granny made) that was far too big and I could put it all over me, with my arms inside, put my hands down on my feet and pretend they were owl claws while waving my sleeves/wings like I was a big fat wise bird*.
It was green.
Is it obvious that I have just had my end of year appraisal and now have no ambitions left in life other than that kill crazy rampage I keep promising myself?
And Laurence Corner closed last weekend. Mumble.
*How unlike real life. The wise bit I mean.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2007, 23:40, Reply)
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