Not exactly a strange bed, but sort of ...
A few years ago now, I used to sleep over my mate's house loads. I'll call him Luke, since that is his name. Sleepovers were fun, but I always used to wake up early, so I'd fall asleep at 3am then wake up at 7am. Ah well, never mind.

Now, when 3 or more people slept over his house, there was this game we used to play. It was basically the human equivalent of Buckaroo. Once someone had fallen asleep, the others would swoop in and pile shit on them until they woke up. At various sleepovers this became insane - one year, a guy was covered in empty 2 litre bottles, along with tubes of Pringles and dip, plus other stuff I just can't remember now.

Most of the time I was never the victim, thank fuck. However, there was one time. I was tired, and everyone else was either playing or watching Alex and Luke on Luke's PS2. I was sitting in an armchair and must've fallen asleep for only a couple of minutes.

When I wake up, I'm covered in fuckloads of stuff. There were various things from around the room on me, including some of those glo-sticks, which I'm sure were poked up my nose.

Those fuckers.

Somehow later I fell asleep again, but then leapt up from my sleep shouting "I'm awake!". I don't know how that happened, but it did happen, just a couple of moments before they covered me in shit again. That was lucky.

Just an added bit. Years before this, when we were younger, I was feeling ill and feel asleep when it was just me and Luke. Luke evidently played Buckaroo on me, putting a cup in my hand and filling it with glue and some other wet substance to look like ... well, I think you can guess. Apparently no sooner had he done it, I threw it over my shoulder.

Left a stain, I think.

:D
(ratthingbazzterd, Thu 4 Jan 2007, 22:03, Reply)