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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incestgenuinely not me but a friend...
went to a family wedding in rural ireland with her parents. just after the wedding had finished, she and her older brother decided to sneak out for a crafty fag. they found an outbuilding just outside the reception. now she is tall, blonde and blue eyed whilst he is slight with brown eyes and hair.
two or three relaxing fags later, they headed around the corner of the building into many smirking paddys who were grinning and smirking at her brother, asking them if they had enjoyed a cheeky one. "yes" said my friend, looking guilty, "but don't tell my mum!"
it was only when the speeches were made and their family were thanked for coming all the way over from manchester that the funny looks began. oh yes... everyone had thought that there was crafty shagging going on around the back of the bikeshed.
to find out they were brother and sister was too much for even the most rural of irish communities!
ok, this is seriously dull. for some reason it seemed funny when she told me...
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rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 16:39,
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