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Attending 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.

Tell us your wedding stories.

(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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Not the most entertaining of stories, but here goes.

I was bridesmaid at my uncle's wedding. I can't stand the medically obese woman he married, so I refuse to call her my aunt.

I was sat next to my Dad, and he was boredly flicking through the hymnbook, muttering "Help me Jebus!", pausing the pages whenever a hymn including Jesus in the title cropped up. In the end we were both in tears of laughter. I think it kinda pissed off the old ladies in front of us.

My mum thought we were repenting our sins because of the beauty of the wedding. Ha!

Yeah. Help me Jebus indeed. Ah well, free food afterwards.
(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:57, Reply)

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