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.
Tell us your wedding stories.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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Ahh. B3ta.Another week, another excuse to post some thinly veiled, pathetically ineffectual self-eulogy containing the same 3 anecdotes or phrases I've used ever since I joined the board. While I try to make myself seem big, bold and clever, see if you can't pick up the ever-so-slight telltale signs I'm a) barely literate; b) not quite in possession of the full gamut of human emotions c) as interesting as gravel; or d) all of the above.
Once I went to a wedding and it was so bad – like your stories, but so much worse, because this story is about me. So when I say I got drunk and it sounds like everyone else’s drunken stories, you don’t understand. I was far more drunk than anyone else could ever have been. Anyway we did some hilarious stuff that I can’t remember too well, I’m too ineloquent to express clearly or humorously, and which now, having been forced to think about it for the first time in any way approaching objectivity, I realise was only ever funny to me and the poor cnuts that had the misfortune of spending enough time around me to understand my personality.
Innuendo about length. The irony is that’s probably the cause of all my problems.
(, Mon 18 Jul 2005, 17:08, Reply)
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