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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In Julylast year, my good friend got married (he gave me away at my wedding). All of their kids were there (5 between 'em and I'm considered a daughter) and various grandkids.
The groom is English, and all of his family flew over for the wedding, and we'd managed to get in touch with the brides estranged lesbian sister and she was there as well. Lots of fun was being had, until the groom's brother pushed him into the swimming pool. On the way in, he managed to break two ribs and suffered internal damage to his stomach. Poor sod was in hospital for 3 days afterwards.
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Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 13:58,
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