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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Hard house.Last wedding I got dragged along to was my brother's latest attempt. All started well with the speeches and fancy food and all that bollocks but as the afternoon went on and more drink was consumed the evening party was a bit of a shambles. It ended in my brother playing loads of hard house music and then storming off crying when people started complaining that the music wasn't suitable or just plain shit. He was later found quite drunk in the corridor telling wedding guest if they don't like the music to fuck off. He would then back this up by throwing anything to hand at them. Class.
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The Doctor Why is it big and why is there grass?, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 17:01,
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