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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One day in Spain...As a young 17-year-old I found myself on a 3-week summer holiday trawling around Spain in a camper van with my folks and a buddy. Fearing the worst, he and I had brought enough hash and skins to go the distance. The penultimate day finds us sat in the blazing noonday sun power-drinking red wine until I passed out and threw up on our last skins, turning them Vino de Mesa red and washing all the glue off. We'd run out of money and hash the day before but as a precaution we'd been saving the blims from the old joint-ends in a tin. The baccy was all gone too, so huddled in a tent in a remote campsite we made the horridest joint ever. Recycled hash, baccy picked out of the larger of the Ducados dog-ends filched from bar ashtrays and sicked-on skins stuck down with honey instead of their usual gum. We were both wheezing for a whole week after we got home. Beat THAT!!!
(, Fri 16 Nov 2007, 0:39, Reply)
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