My dad had a profound stammer and isn't good with people he doesn't know so it wasn't really a good idea to get drunk before giving a speech at my brothers wedding. <br />
If I remember correctly he called his new daughter in law a Biatch. She's now my former sister in law so he got one thing right.
It was bad, really really bad. My dad can do whatever I still love him to bits but her family were something else. We found out after the wedding that my brother wasn't allowed into her family home in the first 4 years of dating. Why? because we're Catholic!
It's ok she reverted back to type and showed us what she really was. Her and family were just bitter twisted people. They hated my mum the most because she's a product of a mixed religion marriage, or a traitor to their 'faith' says people who've never set foot inside a church
Guess I am lucky the worst was bring out my old baby pics (which I secretly love anyway)
Yeah when I was fat and bald and cute and young now I am old and fat and grey two and a half outta four lol
My mum had a tendency to dance provocatively when she's drunk and if she's drunk enough she'd get up on a table. The worst time was at a wedding reception. She got on the table to dance and I sunk as far down it my chair as I bloody could hahahaha <br />
My mom popped me in the mouth.