flame job.
personally - i have kipped on a pile of coal in a shunting yard... woke up looking like a v dodgy 70's blackface act, most unfortunate as i was to meet some of my more right-on friends (it being the early 80s, when bad hair and earnestness ruled the southern lefty music scene)
on a roundabout, to be woken to the sound of rush hour traffic - luckily enough it was opposite a cafe, which sold a rather good full english..

an ex GF of mine from NZ went out one saturday night and woke up on a different island to the one she had left from, as it's possible to get a boat from picton..


But first prize goes to a friend of mine - it's not so much where he went, but illustrates the perils of sleeping in the wrong circumstance and/or place.
So - big party, big house, lotsa tomfoolery - neil fell asleep quite early.. i'm sure the B3tards here will understand the folly of this. So as he gently snored, lighter fuel was lightly poured on the crotch of his jeans, lit, and neil shaken awake, not too rouhgly. as he came to, he realised that his groin was ablaze, and reacted as any man might - by slapping the area really hard. for the observers, let joy be unconfined etc.... We did, of course, face some abuse for this, which was perfectly ok, as neil fell asleep again, and the process repeated. same again, punching himself in the spuds as he awoke to Hot Nob Syndrome.

funny indeed. even after the FOURTH TIME!!!
yes, he really believed it would stop at 2. or 3. bless.

after 4, he decided to go home (not all that far a walk) so staggered off. when he got home, he popped his head round the lounge door to say g'night to ma. it's a shame the household was bereft of a hallway mirror, or he'd have seen the word "CUNT" in red lipstick on his forehead before his mum did...
(micky2shoes has more shoes than feet, Tue 2 Jan 2007, 15:32, Reply)