I went to a mate's wedding and I whispered to a bloke next to me "Isn't the bride a right ugly bugger"
"Do you mind? That's my daughter you're talking about"
"I'm really sorry, I didn't know you were her father"
"I'm not . . . . I'm her mother, you cheeky b*stard"!
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