A BUZZARD EGG OMELET #22

Did you ever wonder why anyone would ever become a proctologist?    Why would anyone ever want to spend four years as an undergraduate and six years in medical school to become an asshole doctor?

‘Little Jimmy, what do you want to be when you grow up?’  

‘I either want to drive a kakka-pumper truck and pump out septic tanks or be a proctologist.’ 

‘Little Jimmy, why would you want to do that?’

‘Because I like playing in other people’s shit and smelling farts.’ 

Seriously, do you plan for that career field or end up in that field?     When you are almost finished with med school do they tell you “you are not smart enough to be a brain surgeon or dexterous enough to be a heart sergeant but you could qualify for proctology”.  

And what’s below proctology?

‘Your grades are really bad and our motto is Do No Harm.   We can’t trust you with a scalpel, but you will probably be all right with toe nail clippers; so we will graduate you as a podiatrist.

I may be way off base on this, and probably am.   And of all people: after having re-enlisting in the military for twenty-two years, where I was paid $65.00 extra per month for combat pay while in Vietnam, I shouldn’t discredit anyone’s choice of career.   Obviously proctologist and podiatrist were smarter than I was when choosing a career.  

Therefore, I hereby offer my apology to all proctologist and podiatrist.  

But, I’m just asking?

Who the hell would want to grow up to be an undertaker?

Of course, they all drive Lexus. 

the Ol’Buzzard