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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Ker-Splash!At my cousin's wedding, in a rather posh place in Bucks, my uncle, the groom's father, stripped down to his boxers and leapt into the (regrettably nearby) lake.
Which was bad enough, but it had rather steep sides, making it very difficult to get out again. Cue a flabby, pasty, hairy sight that will stay with me until the day I die.
Which, again, was bad enough, but there must have been some competitive element involved that I was unaware of. Because the bride's father stripped down to his boxers and leapt in too.
Length! Ahahaha! LEEENGTH! Haha. I am teh comedy genious!
(, Sun 17 Jul 2005, 9:59, Reply)
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