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 Open Road
When I was a kid we often went on holiday to France, Italy etc in the car. My dad loved driving long distances, and even my & my brother squabbling & asking "are we there yet?" every 2 miles didn't put him off. I've inherited his love of the open road, and the romance of getting in your vehicle and driving until you couldn't drive anymore infected me at an early age.
That's right, my dream job was to be a long distance lorry driver.
So far as I was concerned they were the kings of the road. We used to get really excited when we saw trucks with British plates on European motorways and would wave at them from the back of the car, delighted when they honked their horns in response. Ah, those were the days. The fact that 90% of them probably had a dead prostitute in the cab didn't cross our childish minds.
Sadly, I never fulfilled my childhood ambition. Instead of a life behind the wheel of an 18 tonner I work in TV. And I'm a girl. Is this odd?
( , Wed 4 Apr 2007, 15:59, Reply)
When I was a kid we often went on holiday to France, Italy etc in the car. My dad loved driving long distances, and even my & my brother squabbling & asking "are we there yet?" every 2 miles didn't put him off. I've inherited his love of the open road, and the romance of getting in your vehicle and driving until you couldn't drive anymore infected me at an early age.
That's right, my dream job was to be a long distance lorry driver.
So far as I was concerned they were the kings of the road. We used to get really excited when we saw trucks with British plates on European motorways and would wave at them from the back of the car, delighted when they honked their horns in response. Ah, those were the days. The fact that 90% of them probably had a dead prostitute in the cab didn't cross our childish minds.
Sadly, I never fulfilled my childhood ambition. Instead of a life behind the wheel of an 18 tonner I work in TV. And I'm a girl. Is this odd?
( , Wed 4 Apr 2007, 15:59, Reply)
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