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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Mr Spencer.It’s not just the act of despatching your ‘butt cutlet’ that makes extended time on the dung-muncher a requirement.
The simple lavvy can be a temple of solitude in the non-stop hustle and bustle that is this world we live in. It’s a place of quiet contemplation to gather your thoughts, become one with yourself and reach karmic centralisation. A spiritual haven if you will.
Whilst in this immovable, relaxed state of dropping his brown trout, man’s insatiable quest for knowledge and enrichment increases. His instincts heighten. Only easily reachable, visual stimulation is the acceptable answer to quench this thirst, in whatever literary (or should that be ‘shiterary) form it appears (unless you have a game boy or something).
Truly sir, you are fortunate, indeed blessed, if you are free to come and go as you please, and not need the sanctuary of a place where you can get away from the horrors of modern life...for as long as you can without getting bothered by some shagstain to do some inane task that you don’t want to do.
I am in awe of you.
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