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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ViprosNothing wrong with you reading a book whilst...you know...at work, so long as it's your book. See, a few years back, I was in the men's, and my boss walked in carrying a stack of papers. A moment later, as I was washing my hands, I heard him in the cubicle flipping through said papers. About 5 minutes later we both went to a meeting, and lo, he still has a stack of papers in his hand - a stack of packets of papers, actually, which I can help but assume is the very same as he had in the bathroom. He hands one to each attendee of the meeting. I couldn't concentrate the whole meeting...just looked at this packet of papers in front of me, thinking "he's taken this to the bog with him!".
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