Desperate TimesStranded in a hotel in an African war zone with no internet access for two weeks, I was forced to resort to desperate measures. Possessing only my passport and the clothes I stood up in; and the warning "You can catch it shaking hands with a vicar out there" ringing in my ears, I had to draw my own porn in order to preserve my sanity.
Alas, it all came out looking like Coronation Street's Audrey Roberts, but, as they say, any port in a storm.
What have you done in times of great desperation?
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 10:10)
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It's never good to be without TPI am lactose intolerant and stupidly drank a milkshake while driving in the desert. I had to stop for an emergency dump behind a prickly bush. With nothing to wipe with, I then saw an old crackly brown paper bag snagged on a cactus. Who knows where it had been, what it had contained, or who had touched it. I promptly wiped with it. I heard a Nelson-like laugh, and turned to discover, to my horror, that while I was hidden from traffic coming one way, that I was indeed half visible to people driving the other, such as the laughing biker. He almost fell off his bike as he sped by while laughing his ass off.
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