25years or so ago I was a bouncy hyperactive toddler....
and my brother was a baby, not much more than a year old.

My parents had been invited to a wedding and brought us along. Not the most sensible thing to do...a toddler and a baby sat in a church for an hour or so listening to some guy drone on about god and honouring each others rings or something...anyway about 30mins in I'm bored, really bored, but I wasn't that much of a little shit so sat quietly right at the very back, probably with my arms crossed and a face like I've just smelt shit...

...Now at this point I'd love to say that I jumped up and announced my disapproval of the marrige, but my brother beat me to it...Without the slightest hint that it was coming my brother let out the loudest, nappy filling fart/shit combo in the entire universe...my parents were surprised they didn't hear it in Mexico, but the Vicar heard, oh my he heard it and was NOT happy...and the stiffled laughter of a hundred or so wedding goers just caused a chain reaction of people completely losing their composure and pissing themselves laughing. That was all but the Vicar, who just stopped the service until everyone had calmed down...they havn't spoken to the couple since :D
(Bushcricket, Thu 12 May 2011, 14:07, 1 reply)

Oh for God's sake . . .

(maggotriddendirtbox fast, feral and sharp as a tack since, Fri 13 May 2011, 10:43, closed)