It was the gritty feeling in your mouth...
...once you've sawn off the top of the skull that got me. And the smell of singed bone as you go at it a bit hard with the saw.

That and the crappy spotter sections where your only chance of passing is memorising where the labelled pins are the day before and then trying to find the holes they were in on exam day.

Oh, and the fun you can have on a hot, hungover day with a body whose brain hasn't been properly preserved and sort of flows out of the cranium like a helf-melted shit-flavoured jelly.
( sm.pl.crt.rs I don't fucking know, do I?, Tue 4 Mar 2008, 9:26, Reply)