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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Bike orificesI used to have a racing bike where the ends came off the handle bars and it was hollow inside. Maybe something along those lines?
(I realise I'm possibly leaving myself wide open for even thinking about such a connection, but let's face it, someone had to).
I don't have a racing bike anymore, by the way. I crashed it into a wall when I was 17. The irony that it ended up fucked, albeit metaphorically, is not lost on me.
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Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 15 Nov 2007, 12:49,
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