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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Daisy, DaisyGive me your tits to chew
I'm half crazy my balls are turning blue
I can't afford the marriage
I can't afford a carriage
But you look sweet, under the sheet
While I'm on top of you.
(, Wed 12 Nov 2014, 11:52, Reply)
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