WeddingsAttending 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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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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Was invited to my dads wedding to his second wifewho was dead nice, and had hot daughters, and made me really good curries...anyhoo! You'd think being the guys first born would net us a pretty good seat...how wrong we were...somewhere near the back, with people I'd never even met, watching my oh-so-dear father ignore us for three hours...still, got drunk, and copped off with someone who was now legally my stepsister...
He's officially ignoring us now, and has been for a good 2 years, but the stupid twat left this wife, and got another one...he's leaving a trail of babies behind him...me, my two sisters, and two halfbrothers...he already owes us over £10,000 in CSA arrears...
To put a point to it, my father is a grade-A twat, and weddings seem to accelerate this...
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Mr.Ons knows you can hear him, Earthmen., Thu 14 Jul 2005, 17:14,
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