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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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i was guest of honour...
Myself and a buddy were climbing and camping in a nature reserve in South Africa when a big (BIG) storm hit the area we were in. Everything was soaked.

Anyway - heading back to our camp I spied a marquee...

So I hatched the idea that as we were the only ones around we should use it to get some shelter. The chairs or food on tables did not deter me as I draped my soaked tent over some chairs, hung my clothes out to dry on some climbing rope tied to the corners and fired up my camping stove to cook some pasta.

It was at that moment, wearing nothing buy my skidmarked underpants and squatting in front of a bowl of pasta that the wedding party arrived, walking through the door and only 5 minutes ahead of the bridal couple...

Oh how they laughed.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 18:18, Reply)

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