Weddings Part II
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 more of your wedding stories.
( , Mon 3 Nov 2014, 18:10)
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 more of your wedding stories.
( , Mon 3 Nov 2014, 18:10)
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Needless to say
You felt some tits.
I think you missed a trick by not describing in similarly self indulgent detail, the exciting Accord based rally driving you did from Church to House.
( , Mon 17 Nov 2014, 9:19, Reply)
You felt some tits.
I think you missed a trick by not describing in similarly self indulgent detail, the exciting Accord based rally driving you did from Church to House.
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