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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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Many years ago I went to the wedding of a friend and the bridesmaid was from America and even before the beer flowed she looked quite stunning. Later that night I got off with her and she spent the night with me, whoahoo I thought, as the other UK single blokes looked on in envy.
A day later I had to go to work (on a Sunday) and do a 12 hour shift and at the start of the shift a rather hot burning pain could be felt every time I had a piss. Due to the nature of my work I could not leave and had to go the full 12 hours in real agony.
( , Mon 18 Jul 2005, 17:24, Reply)
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