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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Get thee to a child psychologist
My best mate's four year old niece came running over to me at a family do the other day and proudly announced, "Rakky, when I grow up, I want to be a scientist, just like you." Aw, bless, I thought, that's sweet. So I turned to her slightly older sister and said "And what do you want to be?" "A butterfly princess" was the response. Kids, eh, little cherubs and no mistake.
I noticed their cousin skulking behind a plant pot, so I called out "Alex, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
She fixed me with a malevolent look and replied...
"A terrorist."
Then returned to pulling the heads off the petunias.
Well, at least she's got ambition.
( , Wed 4 Apr 2007, 12:39, Reply)
My best mate's four year old niece came running over to me at a family do the other day and proudly announced, "Rakky, when I grow up, I want to be a scientist, just like you." Aw, bless, I thought, that's sweet. So I turned to her slightly older sister and said "And what do you want to be?" "A butterfly princess" was the response. Kids, eh, little cherubs and no mistake.
I noticed their cousin skulking behind a plant pot, so I called out "Alex, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
She fixed me with a malevolent look and replied...
"A terrorist."
Then returned to pulling the heads off the petunias.
Well, at least she's got ambition.
( , Wed 4 Apr 2007, 12:39, Reply)
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