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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A bloke called Barry thinks I'm sick...Nearly a decade ago I attended my cousin's wedding in a tiny Catholic church in Potters Bar. After the 'ceremony' we all filtered out of the church, shaking hands with the groom and kissing the bride on the cheek.
When It was my turn to shake the groom's hand I muttered 'lucky bastard' to myself on account of the fact that he'd probably be getting some hardcore action in later that night and as a horny teenager I was insanely jealous of him.
I think he heard and thought I wanted to bone my cousin.
(, Mon 18 Jul 2005, 2:13, Reply)
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