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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Tequila.Christmas before last, as my companions and I drank our way into the realms of boxing day, and as the third bottle of José was opened, we noticed an quite alarming lack of salt. Somehow my drink fuelled logic engine touched on parmesan as an adequate substitute. Indeed, at the time, it seemed to be doing the trick, and was commended as an excellent stand-in.
...until I woke up with a mouth tasting like an unwashed foot. There was still bits of parmesan stuck to my gums, which, combined with the usual dog breath associated with a cracking hangover, had distilled a miasma normally attendant on a 3 week old corpse.
Basically; really not a good idea, unless you hate your dentist with a fiery passion.
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