The man with the string in his pants.
When I was at college before the world of medicine, I studied Psychology with a rather eccentric teacher who looked like he needed to apply some of those well taught skills to himself.

He was a very decent chap. Always smelt of whiskey and wore clothes that clearly hadn't been washed this side of the Millenium. We forgave him for the stench.

What we didn't forgive him for was one lesson when he was clearly inebriated, he decided to stand on a table to rejoice in the works of Freud. This scared us as we thought he was a kiddy fiddler (Freud, that is) and knowing the chap had some children of his own, the numbers for the NSPCA came out quietly. When he started talking about trying studies on his own children and bringing them in for us to study and condition to be better behaved, we started to think about backing out slowly and running for our lives (we were only 16-17 ourselves).

It got worse.

In need of some clothes, some food and a session with an AA counsellor for his drink problem, he'd obviously forgotten to wear his "belt" that day. To clarify, this belt wasn't the normal, sturdy item we think of fondly to avoid an embarrassing show of our undercarriage. Oh no. His "belt" was very simply made out of household string. The kind that cats chase, you know? Yeah. String. Tied at the top of his groin and much to our fear, easy enough to "snap".

So, whilst proclaiming to whoever it was that he felt needed to hear, his did a little Scottish jig (might be worth mentioning that he was a Scot too) and holy shit - There goes his manky trousers. If that wasn't bad enough, and believe me it was, but the poor guy obviously didn't have any "pants". So whilst he was talking to us about the sexual conditioning of Freud, ironically he just shown us his todger.

It was talking about many a times down the pub, in particular the girl who fainted - we never worked out whether it was through disgust or lust.
(medic_girl85, Wed 16 Nov 2005, 11:22, Reply)