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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BobFossilI'd have been proud of you too. And I'm a girl.
I texted my old flatmate from 4,000 miles away to tell him that I'd had a pear cider induced poo so big that I had to stop half way through for a breather. He was proud of me then...
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