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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A long time ago...I was at my girlfriend's sister's wedding. I told a joke to the girlfriend, and she responded negatively.
In truly witty style, I said, "You love it, you SCHLAAAAAAAG!"
Her older brother then threw his pint over me, pushed my chair over, and threw the empty glass at my head. He had gotten it into his head that I had called all the women in his family slags.
It didn't end there, though. After his profuse apology, he said that I still shouldn't be calling his sister a slag. No amount of reasonable explanation of the fact it was an in-joke, and that I always called her that would help, so he punched me in the face! I was out for a good two minutes, unconscious on the floor.
We've since broken up. Maybe I shouldn't have called her a slag after all.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 15:47, Reply)
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