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 Dad Rocks! At my cousins wedding, they had two vicars - the regular one at the church and some jumped up methodist or something who dressed not unlike Batman. He had a lovely daughter who was so full of life and was dating my other cousin - at the reception we are all sitting at one table when this vicar comes over, politely interrupts and states to his daughter she is not to dance, as dancing is the work of satan, to which her face dropped. Anyway after the meal, my Dad is a tad pissed, and this vicar decides its time to leave (its only 6pm or something) - my Dad announces to me "You know son, you can't let an arsehole leave without letting him know he is an arsehole" and proceeds to bumble after the vicar.
A little while later he returns, huge grin and this vicar hot-tailing it out of there at high speed. Upon interrogation it seems my Dad asked the vicar of Jesus and the last supper, and proceeded to ask the vicar "did Jesus Fuck off after the grub or stayed for the piss up afterwards".
Hero of the day - and hero to me for so much more.
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 6:45, Reply)
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