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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As a small and pampered little girl I was allowed sweets only at weekends and chips about twice a year. I then very practically decided that when I grew up I would probably work in (or own) the local sweetshop. Then I could eat all the sweets all day long.
I further intended to balance my diet by marrying the fat italian in the chip shop next door to my sweetshop (the very exotically named Angelos) so I could then have chips for my tea every night.
Sadly being an adult and getting more boring by the day has meant that the thoughts of sweets and/or chips now makes me sick. I wish I could go back to a time when a bag of stinky chips made me so wildly happy.
( , Wed 4 Apr 2007, 16:21, Reply)
As a small and pampered little girl I was allowed sweets only at weekends and chips about twice a year. I then very practically decided that when I grew up I would probably work in (or own) the local sweetshop. Then I could eat all the sweets all day long.
I further intended to balance my diet by marrying the fat italian in the chip shop next door to my sweetshop (the very exotically named Angelos) so I could then have chips for my tea every night.
Sadly being an adult and getting more boring by the day has meant that the thoughts of sweets and/or chips now makes me sick. I wish I could go back to a time when a bag of stinky chips made me so wildly happy.
( , Wed 4 Apr 2007, 16:21, Reply)
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