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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The best man had been sat between the bride's uncle,who was a high-ranking church person and had conducted the marriage service, and the bride's mother.
For some reason he decided that it would be a good idea to stand up and give a speech that included extensive graphic references to the porn collection he and the groom had once shared. He finally concluded with the joke about wiping your knob on the curtains.
His table companions spent the whole thing staring straight ahead, looking neither to the left, neither to the right.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:50,
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