For those who find Mondays blue and tired and for those who might be inspired to a change of career… Ladies and gentlemen I give you:
Via Monkeyfarts
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Change of career, huh?
I remember that when my class dissected frogs, my assigned lab partner, who was the year’s most celebrated football player, refused to touch the gross object, so I stepped in, did it, and got an A.
So what did I wind up doing in later life? Well, one of my jobs was as an executive assistant in Roger Staubach’s real estate firm.
Be careful what you wish for. LOL
Is this a Declaration Of War Mr. Syme?
Who would dare to dissect me? You?
You, and what army?
I take it this is nothing but a perfidious attempt to take a cheap revenge, following our recent conversation, and the brilliant demonstration of the full range of my anatomizing proficiency on naked and unconscious organisms that, if I remember well, let you astonished and speechless.
How vile! How petty, how catty of you Mr. Syme! And you Brits are supposed to be the living incarnation of fair-play?
Well you’re a sore loser and the shame of your kin, Mr. Syme.
Dissecting me? As speedwell put it, “Be careful what you wish for”.
Serviteur, Monsieur.
Dissident frogman: Ouch.
eeeooo! eeeoooo!
This is why I took physics in High school and not advanced biology after Bio 1
eeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooo!!!
I wish they had something like this when I was in school. One year we disected both a frog and fetal pig. I can still remember that awful stench.
My lab partner and I were both a bit sqeemish. That was not a stellar year for me in science.
Uncle Kermit, help!
Excellent !
May I keep the legs ?
why the hell cant i dissect a frog or rat my self online like you say you stupid f**king pig