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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April during my
freshers year at my second university was a good one. Bright sunshine, birds in the trees. I lived with a bunch of guys who, like me, were back at uni in their early 20s.
One fine afternoon we were gathered in the kitchen. It was 1999, so 'my name is' by Eminem was on the radio or something. The TV was on, it was a little before one. I swigged on a mug of coffee while reading a shitty tabloid.
Moira Stuart announced that it was April the 20th, and that it was the one o'clock news. The lead story was the massacre in Colombine, Colorado. A shocked silence fell over the room.
"My God", remarked one
"Terrible", gasped another.
I looked up from my paper briefly, shrugged and said simply,
"I always wanted to do that when I was at school"
In a tone of voice one of my companions would describe as 'sounding as if I'd said something normal'.
( , Sat 31 Mar 2007, 3:27, Reply)
freshers year at my second university was a good one. Bright sunshine, birds in the trees. I lived with a bunch of guys who, like me, were back at uni in their early 20s.
One fine afternoon we were gathered in the kitchen. It was 1999, so 'my name is' by Eminem was on the radio or something. The TV was on, it was a little before one. I swigged on a mug of coffee while reading a shitty tabloid.
Moira Stuart announced that it was April the 20th, and that it was the one o'clock news. The lead story was the massacre in Colombine, Colorado. A shocked silence fell over the room.
"My God", remarked one
"Terrible", gasped another.
I looked up from my paper briefly, shrugged and said simply,
"I always wanted to do that when I was at school"
In a tone of voice one of my companions would describe as 'sounding as if I'd said something normal'.
( , Sat 31 Mar 2007, 3:27, Reply)
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