Not a good place
I used to drink with a group which included one guy that lived out of town. He had a small motorcycle, and would regularly return to his village on it, in advanced states of inebriation.

Inevitably, this eventually caught up with him. But not in the usual wrapped-around-a-lamp-post style. Oh no, he had more class than that. He managed to fall asleep while riding, and naturally didn't take the next corner. It happened to be a bank next to a field, and he was launched high into the sky. The impact roused him, with the result that he woke up in mid-air, at the apex of a parabolic trajectory which ended in the field some seconds later.

Once the universe had stopped rotating and throwing geography at him, he found himself apparently uninjured, in the middle of a field. Deciding that discretion was the better part of rank fuckwittedness, he slept where he lay for the remainder of the night.

Legend.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 18 Feb 2013, 12:22, 1 reply)

I dun a lol
at him waking up flying through the air ....that must have been awesome
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Mon 18 Feb 2013, 12:30, closed)