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| February 2 2002 Saturday It was Brain Damage's sister Tiffany Michelle's wedding today. It was pathetic,just as I expected, well all weddings are. In future I'm going to have to ask myself whether having to sing hymns and being bored rigid in church for about three hours is really worth the chance of getting pissed at the reception and having a headache the following morning. I think this must be another sign that I am getting more mature. Naturally me and Brain Damage saw it as our duty to our fellow man to delay the wedding ceremony for as long as we could, in order to give the bridegroom as long as possible to change his mind, so before we picked up the bride and her father we tried to persuade the taxi driver to take her to the wrong church, but he said that it was more than his job was worth. Plan B was for Brain Damage to pretend that he had acute appendicitis and demand to be rushed to hospital but when he did that Tiffany Michelle said 'Oh bollocks to that for a game of soldiers, drop us off at the church first'. I pointed out to her that if we rushed Brain Damage to the hospital first she could possibly save his life but she said if the taxi driver didn't take her to church first she'd bloody well choke Brain Damage so she was saving his life. I could understand her desire to get to church on time because judging from the size of her belly if we'd have been late for her wedding for very long the vicar would have been able to baptise her baby at the same time. |
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