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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Sorry I missed it ...Last year, my uncle married a woman that I still haven't met.
The wedding was originally going to be held in another uncle's backyard, but they had a huge barney (which involved one uncle banging on the others' door in the middle of the night, screaming death threats, and the other trying to kill himself ...)
Anyway, he decides to hold it in his own backyard.
A small, uncultivated, patch of dirt behind a Housing Commission house (so it wasn't exactly salubrious).
Mum told me the best bit was, when the fat, ugly bride walked down the concrete back steps, towards the minister, and walked past the overflowing rubbish bin, complete with swarms of flies ...
They even had a tarpaulin spread over the clothesline as a 'marquee'. Classy stuff.
As I said, still haven't met her, but my cousin's boyfriend said his reaction upon first seeing her was, "What the FUCK is that??"
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 14:36, Reply)
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