Desperate Times
Stranded 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?
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 10:10)
Stranded 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?
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 10:10)
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Holy Smoke!
When I was a poor student, I ran out of fags often. On one such occasion, I decided to manufacture what is known as an "ashtray reefer". This is the art of rolling a cigarette from the dogends in the ashtray.
The ashtray was empty, but being desperate I managed to fish the last lot of dogends out of the bin and scrape some tobacco together.
Then I realised I had no Rizlas - and no money to buy any. At all.
Brainwave! In a cupboard in the corner of my bedsit was a copy of the Qu'ran, left behind by a previous occupant, and the pages were very thin. I didn't want to be a total blasphemer, so I used the page from the chapter titled "The Smoke". I rolled up the baccy with three marijuana seeds that I'd been saving (to plant), and stuck the makeshift spliff together with sellotape.
To this day, I don't know if it was the seeds or the melting sellotape fumes, but boy did I get stoned.
Which I presumably will be now, by deranged religious nutters.
( , Mon 19 Nov 2007, 21:53, 2 replies)
When I was a poor student, I ran out of fags often. On one such occasion, I decided to manufacture what is known as an "ashtray reefer". This is the art of rolling a cigarette from the dogends in the ashtray.
The ashtray was empty, but being desperate I managed to fish the last lot of dogends out of the bin and scrape some tobacco together.
Then I realised I had no Rizlas - and no money to buy any. At all.
Brainwave! In a cupboard in the corner of my bedsit was a copy of the Qu'ran, left behind by a previous occupant, and the pages were very thin. I didn't want to be a total blasphemer, so I used the page from the chapter titled "The Smoke". I rolled up the baccy with three marijuana seeds that I'd been saving (to plant), and stuck the makeshift spliff together with sellotape.
To this day, I don't know if it was the seeds or the melting sellotape fumes, but boy did I get stoned.
Which I presumably will be now, by deranged religious nutters.
( , Mon 19 Nov 2007, 21:53, 2 replies)
ashtray reefer?
We call them Winnie Black
(The trashiest smokes you can get here are Winnfield Blue)
( , Tue 20 Nov 2007, 2:09, closed)
We call them Winnie Black
(The trashiest smokes you can get here are Winnfield Blue)
( , Tue 20 Nov 2007, 2:09, closed)
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