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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chickenlady....sweet chickenlady....I'm so sorry...I should have respected your feelings more. Why don't you come over to my place and we'll talk about it?
I'll open a bottle of wine and cook you a wonderful meal. You can put your feet up and tell me about your day whilst I give you a sensual massage.
Then when the time for talking is done, I'll carry you gently to the bedroom and take care of your every intimate need. I will hold you all night and stroke your hair while you drift off into a satisfying sleep...and tomorrow we can go shopping and I'll pay for everything...my treat. It's the least you deserve.
sound nice? Got you going? mmmmm?
Ooh actually, second thoughts, bollocks to that. I'll be in the pub tonight watching the England game with my mates...and tomorrow, I'll be watching the Russia game before playing a gig and trying to get into the pants of as many slappers as possible.
Give us a ring next time you get the horn, love.
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