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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you're sooooo much better off without oneboth the man and the hamster, but in this case specifically the hamster.
we had one at uni. a ginger little shit called dennis who should really have been called houdini, despite being fatter than a blob of butter. he escaped all the time. he smelled. he bit us. he refused to get tame. he had gigantic testicles. he made a racket on his wheel every. single. night. he refused to die. he angled himself so his rancid piss went all over the floor instead of his cage. don't do it!
get a budgie instead. at least they can talk.
hamsters suck.
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rachelswipe with a fork, Wed 21 Nov 2007, 21:16,
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