not a repast but the popped french cork starter pistol / for a glorious wedding breakfast.

any meal served at a wedding is a breakfast, in the british isles anyway, i understand. but when my great friends d + k were getting married, i was unaware of this. i just saw on the invitation that there would be breakfast. so i was an undiagnosed autistic at the time, and i was sitting at a table at the wedding with two other undiagnosed autistics. and maybe a few more to be honest. and we were starving because we hadn’t had breakfast because we thought we were getting it at the wedding. the father of the bride’s speech went on for about 3 hours and by the time it was over one of my pals was so drunk he somehow brained himself on a urinal and was off work for half a year. n.n.benn is a fictional character mind.

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