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 sometimes walk home from work when I do night shiftsIt's about three miles or so, so no big deal really. However, there is something about brisk walking that seems to increase circulation to the digestive tract - meaning that I am always desperate for a shit roughly half an hour into the walk. It doesn't matter if I go before I leave the office, or if I wait half an hour before leaving to see if I need the toilet then - I will still need it half an hour into the walk.
Normally I end up sprinting the last mile and just make it. One day though, I know I will be too late - and the thought terrifies me.
(, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 14:04, 2 replies)
Two wordsChampagne cork...
(, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 14:20, closed)
about 15seconds is all thats required for it to be sufficiently wrong... it must be a medical wonder - harking back to the stone age... so that you dont shit on your own doorstep or some other guff... mine used to hit me 6 minutes before arrival... every time... day and night... after college, work going to the pub!!!
(, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 14:53, closed)
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