Weddings Part IIAttending 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, Mon 3 Nov 2014, 18:10)
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The last thing I remember of the wedding day is pissing myself laughing at confetti falling out of the Mrs' knickers as they came off. I was very, very drunk.
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Rowley Birkin QCUp in this mother.
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drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Tue 4 Nov 2014, 19:30,
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