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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A few years agoAfter a particularly hefty session, a mate of mine stayed at my flat. Having drunk the best part of a bottle of scotch between us upon our return from the boozer, a hefty hangover kicked in upon awakening the next day.
'Got any aspirin', says my mate, 'Sure', says I, handing over 3 hardcore laxatives. Thing is at the time he actually said they made his head feel better, but I did struggle not to giggle at the thought of what was going on in his colon. It was only whilst walking home that evening that he was overcome with the desire to take a massive dump. There and then. So he did, in some posh person's porch, and to quote 'You bastard, I have never in my life shit that much'.
Poor owner of the house must have come down in the morning, expecting Sunday papers, but getting an elephant sized poo, topped off with a few large poo stained leaves used to wipe his piece.
When a man's got to go......
(, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 14:46, Reply)
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