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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Before they were married, my old boss's missus made a drunken bet with one of her gay male friends, insisting that she could suck his cock as well as any man, and offered to prove it. The guy took the bet, she dropped to her knees, he whipped his lad out and they got down to business.
Unfortunately, this was mid-afternoon during a gay pride march, in the middle of the road in front of a church from which a wedding party had just emerged, and who were now staring on in horror.
They were both arrested and convicted of a lesser sex offence, which, as a licencee, she came to find both inconvenient and embarrassing. They weren't asked to participate in the photographs.
(, Thu 6 Nov 2014, 12:01, 6 replies)
Sounds more like a cocktail party.(, Thu 6 Nov 2014, 14:51, closed)
Compelling and rich.(, Thu 6 Nov 2014, 15:11, closed)
so this story is the exact opposite of pride.(
d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Thu 6 Nov 2014, 18:30,
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You've met her, then?
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