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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Well..Those of you who don't get disturbed when dropping the kids off [at the pool], or any porcelain related antics be it fruitful or not, are extremely lucky. A pet peeve of mine is someone talking at me through the bathroom door when my cheeks are firmly planted on the Throne. It ruins the moment. Sometimes if caught unaware, the sound of a voice floating into the sanctuary of Shanks can cause a serious blockage resulting in a return visit some uncomfortable amount of time later (you all know the feeling - you need to go but it's not quite there yet). For some reason, my mother has never grasped the full concept of a sanctuary once the door is locked and picks such times to strike up conversation. I'm tempted to leave some reading material, but my older sister's partner is no Clint Eastwood when it comes to urinating.
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