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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Male Escorts. Anyone want a job?
I wanted to be a male escort ...
... but then I realised I would have to compete with this man.
The terrifying thing is that he's one of the more appealing men on that page. Compare and contrast.
When I was a wee girl, perhaps six or so, I wanted to have some high paying and glamourous, but mysteriously unspecified, job which involved me living in a fancy apartment, eating at fancy restaurants, driving a classic car, wearing designer clothes and having an endless string of boyfriends a la Sex and The City (except this is in 1978 or so).
I now live in an apartment with a leaking bathtub, mushrooms growing in the carpet, institution-yellow walls, 25kg overweight, the arse falling out of all my clothes, a 1980 Toyota Corolla with a TISM sticker in the rear window, I live on X-Tra Saucy Noodles and I've had sex maybe three times in seven years. On the bright side, I'll graduate soon... and probably dive straight back into a Master's degree because I really don't think I can face the real world.
( , Tue 3 Apr 2007, 9:49, Reply)
I wanted to be a male escort ...
... but then I realised I would have to compete with this man.
The terrifying thing is that he's one of the more appealing men on that page. Compare and contrast.
When I was a wee girl, perhaps six or so, I wanted to have some high paying and glamourous, but mysteriously unspecified, job which involved me living in a fancy apartment, eating at fancy restaurants, driving a classic car, wearing designer clothes and having an endless string of boyfriends a la Sex and The City (except this is in 1978 or so).
I now live in an apartment with a leaking bathtub, mushrooms growing in the carpet, institution-yellow walls, 25kg overweight, the arse falling out of all my clothes, a 1980 Toyota Corolla with a TISM sticker in the rear window, I live on X-Tra Saucy Noodles and I've had sex maybe three times in seven years. On the bright side, I'll graduate soon... and probably dive straight back into a Master's degree because I really don't think I can face the real world.
( , Tue 3 Apr 2007, 9:49, Reply)
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