Seeing Gross Shit, II
At first, we were all a bit tentative and tried to be as humane and careful as possible in cutting Jim-Bob open. However, one of the anatomy profs walked by our table and decided to show us how it was really done. The guy just mowed his way through everything, showing no regard for all the fat and skin and muscle that was in his way. That was just fucking gross. Do you know what blunt dissection means? It means "take your hands and just jam them into this guys pecs as hard as you fucking can until the pec major opens up and the pec minor is revealed". It takes a seriously sick fuck to want to do this holy body dissection thing as a living.
Later, we had to remove his lungs. By this point I thought I'd seen and smelled just about every gross thing possible. However, I was not prepared for the wheezing noise that the lungs were making as I tried to wiggle his lungs out of his thoracic cavity. It's like they were pleading for me to stop messing around with them. Maybe that's because at this point I was hallucinating because I hadn't eaten all day and smelled anatomy lab for about four hours straight. Luckily, I totally fucked up one part of it and had to start cutting away rather than just pulling the thing out, so I shut that thing up quick.