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Bushmills Wedding
ok, Bushmills is a wee town not to far from me, famous for its distillery, and infamous for stories like this one.
A guy from bushmills was madly in love with a girl, also from bushmills, and after years of honourable, christian courting they were set to be wed. Both man and bride were prepared for the big day, and couldn't wait, naturally enough, for the wedding night.
Finally the night arrives. The ceremony is over, the guests passed out at the disco, or driving home (or passing out driving home). The happy couple undress each other in a fever and after he lays her (somewhat drunkenly and awkwardly) on the bed, she asks him nervously to be gentle, as she's a virgin and doesn't know what to do.
The groom throws on his clothes, pulls on his shoes and runs from the room, down the corridor, through the hotel foyer, out the door, down the road and sprints the last 6 miles to his parents' home. Needless to say his dad is suprised to see him, and the poor, breathless, newlywed explains the situation (which sounded something like "She int never ha' the cock in 'er" 
The father calmly pats his son on the back and says
"that's alright son, if she's not good enough for her own family, she's not good enough for ours."
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| July 22, 2006, 15:19 |
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