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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Yah.
I lived for two years in Saranac Lake, NY while I was attending a small forestry college in the area. As I was broke, I took a job as a dishwasher in a restaurant for a time.
Now, Saranac Lake is not a tiny place, really- but in the winter it can get pretty isolated up there. Ever seen the TV series "Northern Exposure"? I swear that they based Cicely Alaska on Saranac Lake.
At the time I was married, and my wife was a nurse at the local hospital. One night I got talking to one of her co-workers, who confided to me that in that town there were terrible drug and alcohol problems (which I knew), and a big problem with incest. When the snow hits and the temperature approaches -40, about the only things to do in town are eat, drink and fuck, and often they don't go very far to do any of these.
I immediately thought of one of my co-workers, a fat blonde girl with dubious hygiene, and mentioned her by name. The nurse nodded grimly. "I know her. She's a third generation product of father-daughter incest, and has a baby by her dad."
The girl in question was very heavy, with gapped teeth and eyes set about an inch too far apart and an IQ a little below room temperature. The thought of her having sex under any circumstances gave me the jibblies worse than anything I had experienced up until goatse and tubgirl.
And her story is far from unusual, apparently.
GAAAHHHHH!
( , Thu 15 Nov 2007, 17:11, Reply)
I lived for two years in Saranac Lake, NY while I was attending a small forestry college in the area. As I was broke, I took a job as a dishwasher in a restaurant for a time.
Now, Saranac Lake is not a tiny place, really- but in the winter it can get pretty isolated up there. Ever seen the TV series "Northern Exposure"? I swear that they based Cicely Alaska on Saranac Lake.
At the time I was married, and my wife was a nurse at the local hospital. One night I got talking to one of her co-workers, who confided to me that in that town there were terrible drug and alcohol problems (which I knew), and a big problem with incest. When the snow hits and the temperature approaches -40, about the only things to do in town are eat, drink and fuck, and often they don't go very far to do any of these.
I immediately thought of one of my co-workers, a fat blonde girl with dubious hygiene, and mentioned her by name. The nurse nodded grimly. "I know her. She's a third generation product of father-daughter incest, and has a baby by her dad."
The girl in question was very heavy, with gapped teeth and eyes set about an inch too far apart and an IQ a little below room temperature. The thought of her having sex under any circumstances gave me the jibblies worse than anything I had experienced up until goatse and tubgirl.
And her story is far from unusual, apparently.
GAAAHHHHH!
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