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.
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(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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I attended the wedding of an uncle and the band had a set of bongos. I got a bit lashed on the lager and decided to have a go. They didn't seem to mind too much at first but eventually asked to leave them alone. Would they let me play their trombone though? Would they fuck.
(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 16:07, Reply)
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