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So the night started off well with me and Amanda getting absolutely hammered. We each had bought 700ml vodka (Kirov I think?) and while Sandy and Scott were out buying more grog, Amanda and I decided to have a sculling competition. Pretty soon after we were rocketed and decided to make up a dance to Madonna before the guys came back. They then camr back and were surprised at how flogged we could get in such a short time.
The night when on as it does and before anyone could realise what was to happen, Amanda vomits with half landing on me and the other half on Sandy. I screamed and Sandy had a shit as it was his house with his parents out of town, and then had to take her upstairs to wash herself. Ahter I got changed into some clean clothes, I veered upstairs, still pissed as a fart, to find Amanda sitting fully clothed in the shower yelling, "Sarah, you've got to come in. I'm having the best time. I haven't had this much fun for years. Oh you've got to come in. Woo!" At this stage I thought I was going to have aheart attack from pissing myself laughing so much and all I could do was try and control myself stacking it in the bathroom and watch Amanda so she didn't pass out or something.
Time went on with her vomiting again, this time landing in her hair, and before long she decided to hop out. Finally, I thought as I managed to help her out. She was saturating me and she thought it would be fun to piss-bolt out of the bathroom and down along the carpeted hallway. "Shit Amanda" I yelled. "Get back in the bathroom now!" There was no reply so I raced after her, picked her up and threw her in the bath this time. I also locked the bathroom door!
Anyway, it was time for the worst bit. I had to get her into clean clothes. This took time, with her yelling at me, "No, I'm not taking off my bra, and don't you look now. I don't want you to peep at me!"As if I would want to! Anyway, we then put her to bed and after trying to call her boyfriend at 12pm with her mobile she passed out. Sandy and I headed downstairs and checked on her regulary to see if she was alive.
A couple of hours later she ventured downstairs complaining about how she had a wet shirt from her bra. She kept on asking why no one didn't take her bra off considering she was otherwise fully changed. I yelled at her and told her the whole story and she pissed herself laughing. So that was the whole story. It got round uni pretty quickly, as it does when I'm the person who's suppossed to be keeping it a secret, and so she got severly payed out the next week at uni.
She said she owes me one, and I'm yet to look forward to that day. When that day happens you'll all be the first ones to hear about it. Till then stay tuned!
