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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NACHOS...Towards the end of a drunken evening with some mates I had the urge for some nachos. A big urge, but very little energy to do the necessary preparation required to fulfill said urge. And no salsa.
So 12 seconds later, there I lay, on the couch with a bag of corn-chips. Into which I had poured tomato sauce, cheese bits and sour cream. I didn't even heat them in any way. My rationale being that actual nachos that had gone cold could still be quite good, ignoring the fact that these were not nachos, and were not, and would never be, warm.
It tasted like... something not nachos at all, and very very bad. But the urge remained, and I kept eating.
In the end I begged a friend to move them out of arms reach. Finally they acquiesced and I gazed forlornly at the object of my desires, knowing that even if I could find the energy to reach out and grab them, they would still taste like something not nachos.
(, Fri 16 Nov 2007, 1:27, Reply)
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