Weddings
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)
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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Ex gf's brother's wedding.
I shouldn't have gone, especially with my new gf. Ex gf had a huge hissy fit and her drunken dad woke up, looked at me, said "Leave my daughsher alllllooooonnne...." and fell back to sleep.
If you're reading this, by the way, I enjoyed every minute.
( , Thu 14 Jul 2005, 16:29, Reply)
I shouldn't have gone, especially with my new gf. Ex gf had a huge hissy fit and her drunken dad woke up, looked at me, said "Leave my daughsher alllllooooonnne...." and fell back to sleep.
If you're reading this, by the way, I enjoyed every minute.
( , Thu 14 Jul 2005, 16:29, Reply)
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