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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On the bus to a punk gig,as a teenager, (Christmas on earth, Leeds Queens Hall if anyone is interested), I'm desperate for a piss. 2 cans of lager as a kid does that. Nowhere to do it but the carrier bag my mum has thoughtfully provided my sandwiches in. Aaaahhhhhh. Relief.
Only, it was one of those carriers with small air holes in the bottom,and a stream of my piss ran up and down the bus for a while.
The punk crowd at the back thought it hilarious. Rest of peeps at the front didn't.
(, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 14:31, 2 replies)
At least you tried to use a bag...On the way to belfast a bloke beside me drank tennants for most of the journey, got to belfast, and instead of pissing in say one of the empty cans, he just whips it out and starts pissing.
Now the busses in northern ireland slope downwards, so all the piss ran down the bus and on to some poor blokes bag, funny watching people do hop scotch off the bus though.
(, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 15:55, closed)
Clicked!I gave you a click...not because of the main point of your story, but because your mother packed you sandwiches to take to a punk gig :)
(, Fri 16 Nov 2007, 21:12, closed)
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