flawed work of art.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007 @ 12:10 pm
when I tell people my dad's an o&g, (obsterician & gynaecologist) I get mixed responses.
'So, he brings life into the world!'
'Eee. *pauses* Eee.'
'Have you seen a delivery?'
'I'll never do that, man. I still want to enjoy sex with my wife.' (!)
'Oh. Cool. What's that?'
'Eh! My dad too!'
And the one I hear most often...
'So did he deliver you?'
the answer is no. cos' it's against some unwritten doctor code.
you don't do deliveries for your wife. now, stand outside and pace around the waiting area like a normal man. *evil laugh*
er, yeah, thank you.
anyway, I spent a lot of time as a kid in his consultation room spinning on his chair and eating bars of kit-kats. so, as a kid, you notice things. and when you're older, you take photos of them.


my dad is such a nerd. he writes down the date he got the book and signs his name on the inside of the book. eyer.


I always tell my friends about my dad's dead baby collection.


when I first saw them, I thought they were aliens.


and people call me morbid. there's even one that I didn't take a photo of, it was all shriveled and disgusting. like salted fish. X.X

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