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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Punch UpWorking on some building site in Mittagong, got to know this Pommy tiler. Pretty rough sort of bloke, liked a bit of a blue.
One lunch he showed me photos of his wedding (marriage lasted 9 months) and I noticed some blood his white tux. It was from the fight he had had with his new brother-in-law, outside the church. All class.
(, Sat 16 Jul 2005, 15:05, Reply)
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