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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I have a few medical friendsOne has a story the details of which I will spare you: here's the stripped down version.
Chester A&E. Christmas. Man desperate for wee. Weed into hedgerow. Sheep "backed into" weeing man. Startled sheep's sphincter contracted. Man attached to sheep, hence trip to A&E. Didn't even want to have sex therewith.
That was his version of events, anyway.
The sheep died.
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Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 12:56,
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Give us the details!!We want them...
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disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Thu 15 Nov 2007, 14:12,
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"I was just hoovering late at nightand my dressing gown must have fallen open!"
It happens, honest.
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