The internet is class!... but weddings are NOT!
I was going out with a girl called Kay in Manchester once (well she said it was Manchester but it was really Bury!)..... anyway as most blokes do at some point, I had to go to the wedding of her best mates sister who'd met a septic tank on the internet (and by the look of him that is the only way he could meet women..... but hey, she was fat so they deserve each other).

So the day went off fine and the wedding was the usual hotel rubbish, a line of crap chairs and a fat lady at the end who was doing the deed (all verbal bollox if you ask me).

Anyway, after that we retreated to the hotel events suite for the sit down fodder. An OKish meal later and the beer, vodka and gin finally started to be absorbed into my bloodstream.... lots of dancing later and I'm sat at my table with the ex and some of her friends, including the best mate who's sister had just been joined to the yanky trailer park hick. Out of the blue someone put a microphone in my hand and a video camera in my face.... a little shocked and a tad excited at my 'big chance' I proceeded to extol the many virtues of the internet for the likes of meeting people for 'no strings' fun and for looking at dirty lady pics (you know.... the sort where she's got an onion or champagne bottle in her arse, the really classy stuff).

As you can imagine I don't think my turn made the final edit... but it DID make my tables mouth open in unison which acted only as an encouragement for me.

Didn't like them so I'm not sorry.... SO THERE! :-D

Anyway am now going out with another manc who's doing the same in 3 weeks.... can't wait!

Rob
(thROB, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 11:26, Reply)