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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As a 'hilarious' prank at our auntie's reception,my cousin cut the bottom off one of the posh baguettes, hollowed a bit out of the middle, pushed a dog turd into it, and replaced it on the buffet.
It was found about an hour later, but he didn't own up until three years afterwards because my auntie was in tears at the time - she'd discovered the rogue 'lawn egg' whilst cutting a slice for her new mother-in-law.
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My dad also tells of a legendary stag do at his uni, when a bunch of his mates went over to northern France for a massive all-day bender. The groom got a call the following afternoon from the best man saying he was terribly sorry but he wasn't going to make the wedding.
Why?
He'd just woken up on a train platform in Hungary wearing somebody ele's coat with the pockets full of broken glass, and given that he was supposed to be at the church in 45 minutes, he reckoned he'd be cutting it a bit fine...
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grey kid is breakdancing to save a community centre, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 23:36,
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