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....or passed out. You know....whatever.
This came up in another thread, and I thought I'd run with it.
I have slept up in a number of strange places, not all of them by design:
--a Papa-san chair (very uncomfortable!!)
--the deck of a boat, naked. It was not my boat, though I did know the people who owned it....don't ask.
--a warehouse. No clue.
--the front seat of my truck, half hanging out the open door. Not my proudest moment.
--the couch of a house I did not recognize or remember going to...and while the people there knew me in the morning, I hadn't the foggiest clue who they were.
--my neighbor's living room floor. We never figured that one out.
--a sorority house. I am a guy. And no, I was not dating any sorority chicks.
--the lawn.
--the sidewalk.
--at the bar. (Happens way too often....I am notorious for this.)
--at the pool. Luckily, not IN the pool.
--the hood of my car.
--the beach in Mexico....but NOT where we camped. Actually, about ten miles north of town. Came to walking the wrong way, away from town. How I got there remains a mystery.
--in the same bed as a good friend the night before his wedding. Luckily, we are both very secure in our heterosexuality.
--an easy chair in the living room, wrapped in blankets and jackets, when my idiot roommates' lack of paying bills got our electricity turned off on one of the coldest days of the year in Phoenix.
--the bathroom, next to the toilet. Not one of my prouder moments.
Yes, many (but not all) of the above were due to overconsumption of spiritous beverages.
Okay....NEXT!
This came up in another thread, and I thought I'd run with it.
I have slept up in a number of strange places, not all of them by design:
--a Papa-san chair (very uncomfortable!!)
--the deck of a boat, naked. It was not my boat, though I did know the people who owned it....don't ask.
--a warehouse. No clue.
--the front seat of my truck, half hanging out the open door. Not my proudest moment.
--the couch of a house I did not recognize or remember going to...and while the people there knew me in the morning, I hadn't the foggiest clue who they were.
--my neighbor's living room floor. We never figured that one out.
--a sorority house. I am a guy. And no, I was not dating any sorority chicks.
--the lawn.
--the sidewalk.
--at the bar. (Happens way too often....I am notorious for this.)
--at the pool. Luckily, not IN the pool.
--the hood of my car.
--the beach in Mexico....but NOT where we camped. Actually, about ten miles north of town. Came to walking the wrong way, away from town. How I got there remains a mystery.
--in the same bed as a good friend the night before his wedding. Luckily, we are both very secure in our heterosexuality.
--an easy chair in the living room, wrapped in blankets and jackets, when my idiot roommates' lack of paying bills got our electricity turned off on one of the coldest days of the year in Phoenix.
--the bathroom, next to the toilet. Not one of my prouder moments.
Yes, many (but not all) of the above were due to overconsumption of spiritous beverages.
Okay....NEXT!
Eric the Grey
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