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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Got completely wastedOh yes, its a 'I got so drunk I...' story. Well id actually stepped out of the car drunk from champagne & drinking contests. And BEFORE that, Id been smoking since about half 11 in the morning, so before I'd even stepped INTO the car I was pretty high.
However this did not stop me from consuming £30 of my wallet in alcohol, £50 of my mates wallets in alcohol, and whatever remaind of the 1/8th I had in my jacket pocket.
You know those photograph moments you have the morning after?
One was me with a cigar in my hand, blowing it into the face of someone bleeding over a sink. Truth = Id bottled him about 5 minutes earlier.
Another was me rather embaressingly pulling a fat lass in a skirt. Truth = It was rather more embaressingly a GUY in a KILT.
Another was me sitting on a curb staring at my feet & looking at a Citron Picasso. Truth = It'd run over my foot.
I was hungover for the following two days
EDIT: After reading Sunny Delight's post, I have to say that I'm NOT a priest! =P
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Insane Maniac musically inclined (about 45°), Mon 18 Jul 2005, 18:14,
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