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.
Tell us your wedding stories.
( , 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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Fancy hand basins
Last year I attended the after match function of a mates wedding at a very wanky bar downtown. Entered the toilet with an (equally pissed) fellow wedding attendee, and we both proceeded to take a long, glorious whizz in the terribly post-modern waist height urinal.
Turns out it was the hand basin.
As an angry guy in a black polo neck pointed out.
Twunt.
( , Fri 15 Jul 2005, 7:34, Reply)
Last year I attended the after match function of a mates wedding at a very wanky bar downtown. Entered the toilet with an (equally pissed) fellow wedding attendee, and we both proceeded to take a long, glorious whizz in the terribly post-modern waist height urinal.
Turns out it was the hand basin.
As an angry guy in a black polo neck pointed out.
Twunt.
( , Fri 15 Jul 2005, 7:34, Reply)
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