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Several hundred pints later Tara woke up with a killer headache on the kitchen work top. She opened her eyes to see a blurred version of the wall oposit her. She was wearing a pair of boxer shorts that were Phils when he was alive and a rather revealing lacey bra that was not hers "Hey guys" she said as loud as she could without her head hurting "Whos bra am i wearing? and Alota why have you got mine on?" "Dunno, but Katrina's got mine on" was all Alota said from her position spread out on the sofa. Katrina came in from the chicken shed "Tara?" she paused looking at Alota as well "never mind"
 
Alota pulled herself up using the back of the sofa and imediatly regreated it, her equilibrium was nil and she had this massive headache. She groaned as visions of last night came back to haunt her.
 When Tara had suggested that they get absoulutly rat arsed Alota had been all for it, Katrina had aswell so they did, what they did was beyond a joke. Tara seemed a bit of a light weight, honestly she couldn't keep her alchol down to save her life. She'd been the first person to get pissed then started dancing around with the mop, it was then that Katrina hit tha tlovely barrier of alchol, she started joining Tara with the mop, Alota who could handle her alchol better just sat thinking,
'Oh my God I've just entered the pissed twiglet zone'. Soon she was off too. Zodar had gone to bed after taking his 'Smurf' outfit off and Tara, Katrina and Alota decided to have some fun with a one of Katrinas hats and a lot of makeup. So in the end Zodar looked like Madonna.
 
And that was all that ALota could remember at the moment, but the memorys where still coming back and haunting Alota.
"Eh guys?"
"What" the other two courused togeather
"Since when did we wear make up like my grandma?"
 
<<That's cured my boredom, please anyone do continue whilst I brainstorm>>