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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The innocence of youth
Being a rite little swat I decided firstly that I wanted to be a research chemist (at 11), then a doctor (at age 14), then a forensic pathologist (at 16).
I blew through school without a care, got Bs and Cs, went into a Chemistry degree with an eye to train as a doctor under army pay and serve as an R.M.O., hence the user name.
Unfortunately I have well and truly fucked up my re-sit of year two due to lack of being arsed-ness, leaving me unqualified, unemployable and thoroughly happy that I'm not spending 76 hours a week opening dead people up to see what's inside.
And as a two for one bonus, my brother tried to be a pilot at age 18, got to the final stage in training and got told he wasn't good enough to be pilot, but offered him a navigator place in fast jets.
He declined the offer.
11 years later and he's trying to get the marines to take him - proving the idiom of Muscles Are Required, Intelligence Not Expected.
Bro, don't kill me. Any marines out there, please don't help him. :)
( , Sat 31 Mar 2007, 18:32, Reply)
Being a rite little swat I decided firstly that I wanted to be a research chemist (at 11), then a doctor (at age 14), then a forensic pathologist (at 16).
I blew through school without a care, got Bs and Cs, went into a Chemistry degree with an eye to train as a doctor under army pay and serve as an R.M.O., hence the user name.
Unfortunately I have well and truly fucked up my re-sit of year two due to lack of being arsed-ness, leaving me unqualified, unemployable and thoroughly happy that I'm not spending 76 hours a week opening dead people up to see what's inside.
And as a two for one bonus, my brother tried to be a pilot at age 18, got to the final stage in training and got told he wasn't good enough to be pilot, but offered him a navigator place in fast jets.
He declined the offer.
11 years later and he's trying to get the marines to take him - proving the idiom of Muscles Are Required, Intelligence Not Expected.
Bro, don't kill me. Any marines out there, please don't help him. :)
( , Sat 31 Mar 2007, 18:32, Reply)
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