Morning After SouvenirsI once woke up in a tent after a particularly drunken holiday pub crawl, clutching a tap. There's a drowned, sunken village somewhere in Wales because of my act of petty theft, but I cannot remember. Tell us what - or who - you've brought back from nights out.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 26 Apr 2012, 13:44)
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Our friends are thieving bastards.Mrs Airman Gabber had made her own table centrepiece for each of the 10 tables at our wedding reception evening party. This consisted of a glass jar filled with those little coloured stones and a set of battery operated faerie lights which were strategically glued around the outside blue-peter style. They looked rather good for a home made effort. It seems our guests agreed as at the end of the party there were only 6 left.
I'd witnessed at least one person stuffing one into her bag but at least someone was polite enough to ask whether they could nick one though.
That was my mum.
Bastards. All of them.
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Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Fri 27 Apr 2012, 9:42,
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