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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Wet fucking Wet fucking Wet.Got married to a lunatic (in a nice way) Polish girl a few years back, who turned into a bit of a Psycho.
Got married in the little registrars office in York, all very exiting, few friends and family etc.
Now, with a registry wedding, you don't get a rehearsal, so we turned up about 20 mins before the sevice and they talked us through what we should do, when to enter the room etc.
The lovely lady asked us if we'd like a bit of music in the background as we walked up the isle, and me, thinking it would be nice not to walk up in silence, said aye.
The registrar instructed us to stand outside the door, and wait for everyone to be seated, and then walk in when we heard the music.
So, me and the looney are standing outside, when all we hear is:
"I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes..."
I very was fucking apopletic with rage, but there was nothing I could do about it.
I got married to the strains of Wet fucking Wet fucking Wet, singing the theme from Fucking Four Weddings and a Cunting Funeral.
Should've know that the marriage was doomed from then on.
(, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 16:01, Reply)
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