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Originally Posted by HardDrive
Yikes.
I once went to a wedding (girlfriends family) at a tiny church next to a steel yard in Pontiac, MI. Their was no organist, just a gal playing cassette tapes on a boom box. The wedding reception was in the basement of an old VFW hall in an industrial area. When it came time for the bride and groom to have their first dance, he was no where to be found. Thats because he was out in his car with his father and myself smoking a joint. Pure class baby.....
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When it was time for me to cut the cake with my bride, I was out in the parking lot smoking a doob with most of my groomsmen. The video was classic -- when they got word to me and I came running back into the hall, the dj asked me if I was doing something I wasn't supposed to.
My father, however, did not participate nor was he aware of the goings on. He would not have approved.