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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Another dope one..
I roll my joints at my computer desk, and I have to admit that on a particularly stressful night at the end of a particularly stressful week, not having had any gear for about a fortnight IIRC and having no alcohol in the house... I took every single key out of my keyboard to get at the year's worth of blims that had fallen between the keys while rolling, seperating it from the random fluff, biscuit crumbs and fuck-knows-what-else with a small screwdriver I use when rolling.
It took a good hour, it only made one very, very small joint (single small rizla FFS!) and it tasted like a bonfire made of carpets, but it was simultaneously the best and worst joint I've ever smoked.
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 14:01, 5 replies)
I roll my joints at my computer desk, and I have to admit that on a particularly stressful night at the end of a particularly stressful week, not having had any gear for about a fortnight IIRC and having no alcohol in the house... I took every single key out of my keyboard to get at the year's worth of blims that had fallen between the keys while rolling, seperating it from the random fluff, biscuit crumbs and fuck-knows-what-else with a small screwdriver I use when rolling.
It took a good hour, it only made one very, very small joint (single small rizla FFS!) and it tasted like a bonfire made of carpets, but it was simultaneously the best and worst joint I've ever smoked.
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 14:01, 5 replies)
I hear you
I have gone through the hoover bag with similar results.... I have never admitted that to anybody else...
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 14:25, closed)
I have gone through the hoover bag with similar results.... I have never admitted that to anybody else...
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 14:25, closed)
Get organised, people!
I have a large tin. In particular, mine's a rather stylish Guiness gift type thing salvaged from one christmas, it's a bit excessive but useful to keep pipes, spare lighters, rolling mat, menthols, roaches etc. in.
Since it has a hinged lid, I roll on it too and all the mess goes in when I'm done. Whenever I've run out of smoke, and I'm partcularly stressed/desparate I resort to tidying all the filters, paper and crap from the bottom of the tin and smoke the remaining tobacco scraps to get the last vestiges of any gear spilled. The wife usually takes this as a distress signal and ushers me off to get a half ounce. It's not dignified, but fuck-me, going through the hoover bag is PROPER desperate.
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 14:55, closed)
I have a large tin. In particular, mine's a rather stylish Guiness gift type thing salvaged from one christmas, it's a bit excessive but useful to keep pipes, spare lighters, rolling mat, menthols, roaches etc. in.
Since it has a hinged lid, I roll on it too and all the mess goes in when I'm done. Whenever I've run out of smoke, and I'm partcularly stressed/desparate I resort to tidying all the filters, paper and crap from the bottom of the tin and smoke the remaining tobacco scraps to get the last vestiges of any gear spilled. The wife usually takes this as a distress signal and ushers me off to get a half ounce. It's not dignified, but fuck-me, going through the hoover bag is PROPER desperate.
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 14:55, closed)
I've been there
I call it the desperation doobie. Comes about three days after running out, and consists of the little bits at the bottom of my bag. I am quite an expert at picking out the small flecks of brown or green that are exactly the right consistency - although I think I've smoked a fair bit of broccoli at one stage.
I've also skinned up with a sheet of A4 rice paper held together with small bits of sellotape at intervals (removed manually one after another just before they started to burn)
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 15:06, closed)
I call it the desperation doobie. Comes about three days after running out, and consists of the little bits at the bottom of my bag. I am quite an expert at picking out the small flecks of brown or green that are exactly the right consistency - although I think I've smoked a fair bit of broccoli at one stage.
I've also skinned up with a sheet of A4 rice paper held together with small bits of sellotape at intervals (removed manually one after another just before they started to burn)
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 15:06, closed)
prideofthecoombe
Tip: sock over the hoover pipe prevents blims n bits from reaching the bag.
flatfrog
Tip: a bit of greenie hawked back sticks rice paper in a less toxic way
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 15:08, closed)
Tip: sock over the hoover pipe prevents blims n bits from reaching the bag.
flatfrog
Tip: a bit of greenie hawked back sticks rice paper in a less toxic way
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 15:08, closed)
why don't we ever see
these type of tips in Top Tippery?
Bloody useful, those. Thanks :-)
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 15:48, closed)
these type of tips in Top Tippery?
Bloody useful, those. Thanks :-)
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 15:48, closed)
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