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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I'm actually quite jealous.
For the last couple of days I've been squirting a vile orange liquid from my rectum. I'm not well at all.
Oh well, at least after that has passed, I'll have a lovely large log to look forward to (I've been eating normally, so the food must still be in tere somewhere).
( , Tue 20 Nov 2007, 19:20, Reply)
For the last couple of days I've been squirting a vile orange liquid from my rectum. I'm not well at all.
Oh well, at least after that has passed, I'll have a lovely large log to look forward to (I've been eating normally, so the food must still be in tere somewhere).
( , Tue 20 Nov 2007, 19:20, Reply)
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