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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WhiskyAt my uncle's wedding, as a little gift at the meal, they had placed a little ceremonial whisky bottle with a picture of the location of the reception and their names underneath it.
While rather hammered later on in the evening, my brother, my cousin and myself were bored and were looking to cause some trouble. We found an entire box full of these whisky bottles.
To make a short story shorter, I woke up in the morning in a double-bed with my brother and my cousin lying comatose at the bottom of the bed and our own replica Berlin Wall built entirely out of empty whisky bottles.
We wrapped them up in a bedsheet and lobbed them in the wardrobe and decided to check out sharpish.
(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 22:06, Reply)
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