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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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My housemate at uni Little Tom went to his cousin's wedding a few years ago. The last thing he remembers is playing I've Never with his entire immediate and extended family at about 6 in the evening. The next thing he knew he woke up next morning in the middle of a strange road, wrapped in a 10 foot banner off the side of a pub, with a girl he didn't recognise, who was in the nip.
The sign's currently on 3 of his bedroom walls.
The girl was never heard of again.
What a trooper
( , Fri 15 Jul 2005, 12:33, Reply)
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