If I was getting married
and I invited Al and he came as Rastamouse, I too, would love it, because I and all my friends would jeer, taunt and spit at him for doing that, for at least five hours until he was a whimpering, sobbing foetal ball on the floor, stinking of the poos and wees of fear he had excreted during his ordeal.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 10 Feb 2011, 16:50, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

Bunch of nasty cunts

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Thu 10 Feb 2011, 16:52, Reply)

Firm but fair, I'd say.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 10 Feb 2011, 16:53, Reply)

That would definitely make for the most exciting wedding I'd ever been to
_{(Were I invited, obviously - I'm not expecting the "no benders" rule to be lifted for the occasion...)}
(LongJohnBaldry, Thu 10 Feb 2011, 16:53, Reply)

You always manage to turn the subject to 'lifting', don't you?

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 10 Feb 2011, 16:55, Reply)

Of course - it's a positive sort of word
It gives the impression that I'm raising the tone, whereas I am, in fact, slyly elevating your shirt...
(LongJohnBaldry, Thu 10 Feb 2011, 17:03, Reply)

You should get a job in the Charles Tyrrwhit warehouse.
Getting paid to lift shirts all day would surely be a dream job for you.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 10 Feb 2011, 17:08, Reply)

Oh very droll, but not quite
It would be a brief flurry of excitement as I lifted each shirt, followed swiftly by disappointment as I realised, yet again, there was no rippling mantorso concealed beneath it...
(LongJohnBaldry, Thu 10 Feb 2011, 17:14, Reply)