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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My first ambition
was to be a policeman but that was only because my mum and her friends suggested it because I was tall.
My second was to be a chef, given up after cooking a coq-au-vin for my parents and my mum, who'd been sniffy about the whole idea of my cooking a meal instead of her, took one tiny taste of it, spat it out and said, "I can't eat this rubbish". Thanks mum.
My third, once I'd started working (in IT), was to be head-hunted. On Monday I got a phone call from an agency asking if I was looking for work; two hours later I had a telephone interview, half an hour after that I handed in my notice, got drunk with my now ex-workmates last night and I start at my new place on Tuesday morning getting enough money to justify flying from Edinburgh to Heathrow each week.
( , Sat 31 Mar 2007, 12:56, Reply)
was to be a policeman but that was only because my mum and her friends suggested it because I was tall.
My second was to be a chef, given up after cooking a coq-au-vin for my parents and my mum, who'd been sniffy about the whole idea of my cooking a meal instead of her, took one tiny taste of it, spat it out and said, "I can't eat this rubbish". Thanks mum.
My third, once I'd started working (in IT), was to be head-hunted. On Monday I got a phone call from an agency asking if I was looking for work; two hours later I had a telephone interview, half an hour after that I handed in my notice, got drunk with my now ex-workmates last night and I start at my new place on Tuesday morning getting enough money to justify flying from Edinburgh to Heathrow each week.
( , Sat 31 Mar 2007, 12:56, Reply)
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