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.
Tell us your wedding stories.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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my lovely brotherlovely bloke, pure evil. though this isn't quite a wedding story...
At a wedding anniversary party, he pulled the jenny cable out. It was a pitch black night in the middle of the country, and he spent some time running around the marquee either stroking the backs of women or pushing blokes into each other. by the time the power came on there were several fights and screaming women.
genius.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 9:01, Reply)
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