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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My DadMy mum died when i was 2. 3 years later my dad remarried to the bitch queen from hell who just happened to be his secretary*.
Anyway at their wedding reception, where I was a page boy (and it was the day before my 6th birthday), I ended up in the toilet's having a huge waterfight with another lad of similar age. Dont think anyone was too happy that we managed to get ourselves completely soaked as well as most of the walls, floor, towels etc
*Hated the bitch before my dad married her, hated all the time i was kid, ended up punching her when i was 17 and being kicked out, and still hate the bitch even though i havent seen her in 16 years
(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:50, Reply)
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