Goodbye and thanks for all the sheep!
II passed the blasted anatomy exam.
I will NEVER EVER EVER again fucking have to dissect a fucking pus-filled, abcess-full, peritonitis- and brucellosis-ridden sheep in my fucking life for as long as I fucking live!!! I will NEVER EVER EVER again have to feel fucking guilty for dissecting a fucking pus-filled, abcess-full, peritonitis- and brucellosis-ridden sheep - that was kept alive in miserable conditions just so we could have the privilege - in my fucking life for as long as I fucking live!!! Fucking third-world country.
To the sheep, of which there were plenty, my apologies. Anatomy, UP YOUR BLOODY FANNY.
And a Happy New Year to us all.
I will NEVER EVER EVER again fucking have to dissect a fucking pus-filled, abcess-full, peritonitis- and brucellosis-ridden sheep in my fucking life for as long as I fucking live!!! I will NEVER EVER EVER again have to feel fucking guilty for dissecting a fucking pus-filled, abcess-full, peritonitis- and brucellosis-ridden sheep - that was kept alive in miserable conditions just so we could have the privilege - in my fucking life for as long as I fucking live!!! Fucking third-world country.
To the sheep, of which there were plenty, my apologies. Anatomy, UP YOUR BLOODY FANNY.
And a Happy New Year to us all.
posted by Lioness @ 6:30 pm
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10 Comments:
Gross...Assuming of course that you do not grow up to work on sheep...fucking fanny is dichotomous, but probably not to you...
No one really grows up to work with sheep in that way nowadays. That is, unless it is something pretty straightforward and economically sensible as a caesarian section - bcs you save both ewe and lamb which mean $ - for most cases it makes more sense to euthanise the animal and collect from its meat if still possible (it would depend on the illness) rather than pay for the surgery. Not much left of James Herriot, is there. (oh my profile!)
That was me, obviously.
Is it worrying that I'm British yet I didn't know fanny meant arse as well as punani?
See, you NEED to read the above post! Tis what happens when one starts minding Americans. Aye.
nice to see from the title of that post that you're well read =D An undying must.
and congratulations, by the way *smacks forhead*
I'll go American for a bit here:
HULLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Did you fail to see the TITLE of my blog??? Have you never read Dirk gently's books? They're brilliant, especially The Dark Tea Time of the Soul. The penguin bit always does it for me, no matter how often I've read it.
(Thanks, it was a huge relief, if only you knew.)
You mean:
"Or, at least, one-tenth of the cabin trunks were full of vivid and often painful and uncomfortable memories of her past life; the other nine-tenths were full of penguins, which surprised her. Insofar as she recognized at all that she was dreaming, she realized she must be exploring her own subconscious mind. She had heard it said that humans are supposed to use only about a tenth of their brains, and that no one was very clear what the other nine tenths were for, but she certainly never heard it suggested that they were used for storing penguins."
YES =D I've read that. And the "Salmon of Doubt" and "Hollistic Detective Agency" and I think that's it.
I didn't realise SoD was only a half story and I cried when I reached the Rhino and realised I'd never know how it would end.
They are great books! I love the concept of penguin storage...
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