Weddings Part II
Attending 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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( , Mon 3 Nov 2014, 18:10)
Attending 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 more of your wedding stories.
( , Mon 3 Nov 2014, 18:10)
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I once went to the wedding of a good friend who was getting married to a real scumbag: I never liked him and didn't really understand what she (a genuinely lovely person) saw in him. The marriage didn't last very long after it turned out he had actually started cheating on her before the big day.
Even so, he was a class above his family who were, how can I put it ... 'of Irish descent'. It started with his best man being too drunk to give a speech, and then the kitty behind the bar was destroyed in less than 45 mins in the most undignified manner imaginable. When they were told they had to start paying for drinks, they threatened the bar staff with violence. The DJ was threatened with his face being cut if he didn't continuously play their fucking diddly-dee bog wog music all night, to which they got more boisterous until the police were called and they thankfully dispersed.
Proper vermin.
( , Tue 4 Nov 2014, 10:41, 5 replies)
I once went to the wedding of a good friend who was getting married to a real scumbag: I never liked him and didn't really understand what she (a genuinely lovely person) saw in him. The marriage didn't last very long after it turned out he had actually started cheating on her before the big day.
Even so, he was a class above his family who were, how can I put it ... 'of Irish descent'. It started with his best man being too drunk to give a speech, and then the kitty behind the bar was destroyed in less than 45 mins in the most undignified manner imaginable. When they were told they had to start paying for drinks, they threatened the bar staff with violence. The DJ was threatened with his face being cut if he didn't continuously play their fucking diddly-dee bog wog music all night, to which they got more boisterous until the police were called and they thankfully dispersed.
Proper vermin.
( , Tue 4 Nov 2014, 10:41, 5 replies)
"Diddly-dee bog wog music"
hahahaha! Clickity click for this harmless racism.
( , Tue 4 Nov 2014, 11:14, closed)
hahahaha! Clickity click for this harmless racism.
( , Tue 4 Nov 2014, 11:14, closed)
Ah ha ha ha, Gypsies! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Imagine being a Gypsy, ah ha ha ha! In a caravan, ah ha ha ha! Aha, not even in a car, aha ha!
( , Tue 4 Nov 2014, 22:23, closed)
Imagine being a Gypsy, ah ha ha ha! In a caravan, ah ha ha ha! Aha, not even in a car, aha ha!
( , Tue 4 Nov 2014, 22:23, closed)
That sounds like a great, rowdy party and you sound like a racist killjoy
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