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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I was back out the next night..UWE twas the Uni as I cocked up my A-Levels.
the story probably reads more bleakly than I feel about teh whole thing, was funny in parts, scary in others, whenever I tell it in the pub to one person by the end the entire table is listening!
most annoying is that he got away. he was in the line up but I didn't pick him out as was so pissed.
Seriously though the smell. 110% it was him.
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Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Fri 16 Nov 2007, 13:23,
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