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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Just Quickly squeezed one outAs an usher at a friends wedding, I had certain responsibilities and certain priveleges. After lunch I was asked to take the two big bouquets of flowers that were presented to the two mothers up to the house. The wedding was in a big tent, way out the back of the house. I got to the house, put down the flowers, then thought, why don't i go take a shit, it'd be nicer here than the portaloos out the back of the tent. So I nipped to the lav, flicked thru the sports car magazines, and went back to the wedding. Ran into the bride, so I let her know I'd done what was asked with the flowers, pointing over my shoulder towards the house.
'That's not my house' she said
whoops, hope i flushed properly
(, Fri 15 Jul 2005, 12:15, Reply)
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