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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After a family weddingI was driving my grandmother home & she was a little worse for ware having enjoyed a little too much punch not knowing it had copious amounts of booze in it & not a big drinker herself.
After a couple of miles she asked me to pull over as she felt a little "car sick". She opened the passenger door & delivered a bright purple pavement pizza. After a bit of blank wretching and spitting the last little bits out, she stared down at the contents of her stomach, turned around to me, pointed at the floor & said
"dey look like my teef"
double take
"dey are my teef!"
picked them up & popped them back in.
class runs in the genes obvioulsy
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 9:02, Reply)
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