WeddingsAttending a wedding is like being handed a licence to act like a twat. Oh how I laughed when I sobered up and realised I'd nicked most of the plates and cutlery from the posh hotel lunch and those vague memories of stealthily exiting like a cat-burglar had in-fact involved falling out of the hotel, knives and forks clattering onto the steps.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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While I'm at it...My first wife's sister got married at a swank hotel, and part of the deal was cheap hotel rooms for all the family. Weird, but for a cheap night at the hotel, why not. We booked in. We even agreed to have my wife's best friend bunk down in our room so she could join in the party.
Wife's best friend chose the week before the wedding to come out of the closet. After much merriment at the wedding, and a few bottles snuck back up to the room for good measure I thought I'd try my luck. Rooted the wife senseless, but didn't manage more than a snore out of her lesbian friend passed out on the camp bed nearby.
I'd apolgise about the length, but I didn't get a chance to show it off.
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Udderbelly A tale of four titties, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 11:19,
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