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.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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Well it all started...when i moved to oxford. I failed to get into the uni, an my main squeeze married this other bloke so feeling a bit mis I hooked up with this bird i used to knock boots with. She got me mashed on all this fantastic booze in the pub she worked at, then took me back to her place. Her whole chuffing family was there and we turned it into a right old shindig. Well, we partied all night, and come morning blow me if I hadn't married the wench! Again!
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eponymous Oh!, Thu 21 Jul 2005, 0:21,
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