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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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Noooooo!!!!!
This QOTW brings back the bad memories of when I got briefly married. I never intended to get married, it just kind of happened one day...

...my girlfriend had been avoiding me for ages, then out of the blue she phoned up and invited me round to meet her parents, who she lived with in this piddly little house in a railway tunnel somewhere. She didn't seem too happy when I got there, and when I went inside the most horrible silence descended on the place; any conversation that may have been forthcoming died and made horrible rattling noises. Her mum was not at all friendly and did nothing to help the conversation; she thought I was an idiot. Then her dad came in - he was just the opposite, he talked too much... The dinner followed - it was chicken, except the chickens had been man-made in a factory somewhere (as her dad said, "they're the strangest damned things!") and as her dad had crippled his arm and couldn't feel a thing, he got me to do the carving. The chicken started wriggling and spurting all sorts of black stuff, and her mum flipped out and ran screaming into the kitchen; she followed soon after, in tears. That put me alone with her dad, and once more the conversation was brutally slain by his bizarre fixed grin. Then her mum comes out again, and demands a word with me; this turned out to be a demand to know whether my girlfriend and I had had sexual intercourse. I was annoyed at this and told her it was none of her business. She said I'd be in bad trouble if I didn't co-operate - sure enough, she started to chew on my neck, and I called my girlfriend over, who pulled her mum off me. It turned out there was a baby (premature), and I was the father. Hence was my marriage arranged on the spot, and it all went downhill from there. Oh and to crown it all, I then got a fucking nosebleed!...

...and if you believed all that, then you've never seen Eraserhead and you've just believed the biggest pile of shit I've chatted for many a year!
(, Wed 20 Jul 2005, 23:34, Reply)

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