So after the initial shock of having to cut dead people up, things were getting a little slow. There were no chio bu left to bio, and we were all falling asleep in the lecture theatre after the lights went out and the OHP went on. The lousy wooden seats in the LT was so uncomfortable that we were perpetually shifting our ass all the time to prevent buttock sores. After paying the most expensive school fees..... we had the worst seats.
While the guys in the other faculties were busy looking for sex and the girls were busy finding love, we medics were busy studying to pass our anatomy weekly test. The tests were always scheduled for fridays and if you failed, you felt stupid and lousy for the whole weekend. Otherwise you start preparing for next week's test during the weekend! Yipee!!!
So it should come as no surprise that I did not manage to bring home a girl in my first year. Well, I did bring Johnny back. Johnny is German and was about 175cm tall. His palm was about the same size as mine and he had this perpetual smile on his face (or what's left of it).No, no, no..... Johnny aren't my gay friend! He is not even alive for goodness sake.
Johnny is actually my half set skeleton. I bought him for MR$750 from my senior and there was only half of him in the box. The skull is complete though and I reckoned the other half was prolly left with his family to be buried. I used him to study the bony structures of the human body and I named him after Johnny Bravo who was at that time my fave cartoon character. From the certificate of authencity, I knew he was German of origin.
Initially I proudly displayed him in his full glory on my shelves. But when my anatomy exams where over, my mother told me to keep him away. Hahaha, the whole family was really spooked by his presence. Unlike some skeletons owned by my friends, Johnny was a good pal and never gave me or my family any problems. A friend of mine kept having a recurring nightmare of a man in a black horse spearing him to death after bringing home his skeleton, but then again he doubled up the skull as his ash tray.
So heeding my mum's advise, Johnny has been kept in my closet ever since. He left once when loaned to a junior. Latelyhe is with a friend of mine taking his surgical exams. I had tried several times to lelong Johnny in the local medical forums. But no one ever reads those forums. Damn!
Johnny is in prestine condition. Anyone interested in owning such a wonderful curios can leave me his email or email me directly. I am willing to part with him for a paltry sum of