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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Fantastical monkey,Nice pic, shame about the shoes.
My cousin, who apparently has half a gene missing and is every-so-slightly disabled, recently got married to an equally stange man with a wooden leg. (For some reason they had a fire engine there and I was made to wear a kilt.)
Some months later, after being a total arse-hole to her the whole time, he goes to the pub and brings back a load of "friends" who turn out to be crack heads and steal just about everything not bolted to the floor in their house, then return and the woman crack head threatens my cousin with a knife when told that she has nothing left for them to steal.
This is a disabled girl they do this to.
Ho hum.
(They are no longer together, but it was odd anyway. God what a dull story.)
(, Tue 19 Jul 2005, 15:08, Reply)
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