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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Two options really...
First: a soldier or Marine.
Second: a spy.
I really wanted to be that spy, until I realized that I would probably get to do some cool stuff, but I would NEVER be able to talk about it.
My compromise? A US Marine Corps Intelligence Officer.
This way, I could do cool stuff, but thanks to the handy dandy lobotomy they provide each officer candidate, I wouldn't remember ANY of it! Kind of like a preemptive version of that pen thingy in Men in Black. Or at least I think that's what it was like...can't be sure.
Click I like this and I will forget everything I've written! but then I will have to kill you...I get that part confused...
( , Tue 3 Apr 2007, 3:59, Reply)
First: a soldier or Marine.
Second: a spy.
I really wanted to be that spy, until I realized that I would probably get to do some cool stuff, but I would NEVER be able to talk about it.
My compromise? A US Marine Corps Intelligence Officer.
This way, I could do cool stuff, but thanks to the handy dandy lobotomy they provide each officer candidate, I wouldn't remember ANY of it! Kind of like a preemptive version of that pen thingy in Men in Black. Or at least I think that's what it was like...can't be sure.
Click I like this and I will forget everything I've written! but then I will have to kill you...I get that part confused...
( , Tue 3 Apr 2007, 3:59, Reply)
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