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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It was a cold and wet dayand on the way home from school, my bladder was set to burst, as usual. I tore up the steps, shoved my key in the door...and it wouldn't fucking turn. I twisted and shoved and pushed, but to no avail, and there was nobody in the house to help. Worse, I was starting to leak, and I could feel wee trickling down my leg.
It was raining, my doorstep was already soaking wet and a puddle wouldn't form, what's the worst that could happen?
And yes, as a sober, fully functional 15-year-old, I pissed myself on my own doorstep, on a main road, opposite a bus stop, during rush hour.
I've since discovered alcohol and now wee in public on a regular basis, in bushes, in back lanes, behind bins...
Of course, nothing's quite as bad as the time when a so-called friend told me that the only place in the woods I could piss was a patch of nettles. Nettle stings on the arse are NOT a bundle of fun.
(, Sat 17 Nov 2007, 1:36, 1 reply)
...We've all been there, miss. All been there. As for the nettle stings.. bah!
(, Wed 21 Nov 2007, 15:39, closed)
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