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 - twitter.com/duckorange, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 10:10)
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They do exist...I was peddling home one day and spied something in the verge, I slowed down and checking the road turned around and slowly peddled past for a second glance.
It was a porn mag!
I turned around once more in the road and stopped opposite the mag. I made the subtle pretence of checking my bike chain and checked for passing motorists as I eyeballed the mag.
It was tightly rolled up suffering from leaf mold and damp yet I still swiped it. Popped it in my backpack and peddled home for a furious wank.
I was 26 at the time.
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Weejock, Mon 19 Nov 2007, 9:54,
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always(, Mon 19 Nov 2007, 16:55, closed)
rude not to.
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