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rob, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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My first serious girlfriend and I were going to her uncle and soon to be aunts weddingMy father had just died which made me a miserable and then a few days before the wedding she dumped me. The day before she calls me and asks if I will still go with her. For some reason I accept. The wedding goes OK but the reception has a free bar. As the ex is ignoring me totally and chatting up some blonde guy I head for the bar and order 4 sambucas and a Guinness, I drink rinse and repeat 3 times. A couple of the ushers come and ask me to get them a drink as at 16 and 17 they are too young, I drunkenly oblige. By this point I am mullered. Highlights from then on include arguing with her very catholic grandmother about condoms, drunkenly spilling Guinness on the bride and being found passed out in the lavvys by the two ushers. They did the decent thing and carried me out for some fresh air. They then left me in a flowerbed outside the hotel. Then the best part, my ex's dad came out and found me in the flowerbed, he got me up and put me in the car, drove me to his house rather than my own and put me in his daughters bed. She had to sleep on the sofa. The next morning I was very hungover, he drove me home and told me how much he liked me and how he was upset that we had broken up. I managed, but only just, not to puke in his car. And that was that, I never saw any of them again until randomly 8 years later 300 miles away from where the incident took place I was walking past a restaurant and saw her parents eating a meal. They saw me and I smiled. He came out and we had a chat, I mentioned the wedding and he told me through the laughter that the family still talk about it but because I hadn't met any of them them and because I had been dumped a few days before so wasn't seen with the ex, no-one has any idea who I was and what I was doing there.
Alt. When I was 13 I went to a funeral and this crazy guy at the wake sat down at the kitchen table and told me a very long winded story about how he had killed someone. I couldn't understand why my parents had left me in the kitchen with this nutter.
altalt. I've never been invited to a birthday party
altaltalt. No, its going shite so far.
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Peej, Tue 26 Jun 2012, 16:11,
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latest was 13 years ago)
Did he behead someone witha samurai sword?(
Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Tue 26 Jun 2012, 16:14,
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No, the story went on and on but the basic gist of it isGets in a fight, throws guy through window, guy gets slash to throat and dies, man plants his knife on man and claim self defence.
Now I am older I can see it reeks of supermodels and accords but when I was 13 I was scared of the crazy person.
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Peej, Tue 26 Jun 2012, 16:20,
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I went to a friends wedding and this skinny bint friend of my wife kept trying to get me to go off with erh somewhere so she could give me a blowjobHer mistake was doing this in front of my wife and they are no longer friends. Huzzah!
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Peej, Tue 26 Jun 2012, 16:25,
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you should have angled for a nicky minaj a twaaaaaahdon't ask, don't get. do ask, don't get. complain about online- don't get.. maybe get caught with a friend nibbling on your nik-nak is the magic number?
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I'm not putting my nob anywhere where more than 2000 other nobs have been(
Peej, Tue 26 Jun 2012, 16:32,
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I live in a town called Camborneif you knew it you'd understand why 2000 is a sensible cut off.
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Peej, Tue 26 Jun 2012, 16:52,
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TL:DRI was a twat at My ex girlfriends, uncles wedding and I'm damn proud of it.
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Peej, Tue 26 Jun 2012, 16:26,
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