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'll smoke anything meIn my youth I could usually toke for Scotland so I couldn't understand how after a session round my mate's gaff, I had been so ripped. That was until I spotted a huge hot-rock burn in the sleeve of my anorak. I of course deduced that my heightened intoxication had been due to my inhalation of the fumes from the smoldering nylon/polyester mix.
Next night however there was no dope to be had so in my desperation I was compelled to rip the inside pocket from my already ruined jacket, cut it into thin strips and fire it into a joint.
Did it work ? Unfortunately no but on the up side however in the morning I had a head like a thirty bob doughnut and my chest sounded like a hoover bag. So a result there !
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Ramsay Tupper, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 15:04,
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