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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Minty UrineI was fairly ripped up in the local pub one night. Girl gets yapping to me that I'm moderately interested in. She sends all the right signals. I think great, it's been some months since I've had any action with someone else present. So I go into the gents toilets, check my teeth for peanuts, check my barnett, realise my breath is probably honking, so while I'm squeezing out my Stella-induced last donkey wee of the night into an overflowing urinal, I get out my chewing gum, see that it's the last one, and then manage to drop it in the piss (mine and others). I must have spent 30 seconds debating whether to retrieve it, and I plumped for minty-piss breath rather than standard grade beer and fag breath. When I finally got out of the toilet, the cow had gone. I didn't feel well the next day.
(, Fri 16 Nov 2007, 17:17, 1 reply)
Winner !
(, Fri 16 Nov 2007, 20:01, closed)
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