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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Too much colaMust have been about 6 or 7 and went to my mum's friend's wedding. Managed to get drunk at the reception on Coca-Cola (yes no alcohol) and pissed my pants on the dance floor.
Remember waking up in a taxi home half-dressed. Shirt? Yes. Bow-tie? Yes. Waistcoat? Yes. Trousers and underpants? No. Cock hanging out? Yes.
(, Wed 20 Jul 2005, 9:53, Reply)
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