The hood of a car or the hallway of a classroom building at a University I didn't attend.
Yes, but I now expect a story of you waking up next to a warpig.Can the "where" be a "whom"?
Also woke up in bed of pickup that thankfully, was still outside a friend's apt. After pounding on the door with no answer, relocated to a lounge chair by the pool until the landscapers showed up. Tried door again but no luck. Walked to a breakfast place that had beer and frozen drinks. Good times.My buddy left a concert in a blackout and passed out in the back of a random pickup truck. He woke up flying down the highway at 70mph and banged on the window. Scared the #### out of the people driving, but they ended up driving 30 minutes out of their way to take him home.
Add me to the Hood of a Car groupThe hood of a car or the hallway of a classroom building at a University I didn't attend.![]()
i would have said, "I'm the boy named Sue. How do you do?"On a trip to visit some buddies in Boston, I once woke up on a couch in a finely decorated posh mansion covered in blood and mud with no recollection of the prior night's events. I was so thirsty when I woke up, so I managed to find the kitchen and pour myself a glass of orange juice. As I was putting the OJ back in the fridge, a 7-year old girl walked into the kitchen and said, "Who are you?" I've never been more unsure of how to answer that question.
At least it was your own piss. My college boys and I went to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. Four of us split a hotel room to keep costs down; two to a bed. After a night of unsuccessful hunting, I groggily woke up one morning thinking that me and my bedmate had sweated out all our liquor because our bed was absoultely drenched. It turns out that my bedmate did release all his liquor, just not through his pores. To make matters even more disturbing for me, my friend, for some reason that is still unclear, was wearing only a half shirt and absolutely nothing else.At a bus stop in Cancun just outside of my hotel. I somehow got off at the right stop, but couldn't make it to the hotel. Later woke back up in my bed in the hotel room and was soaked in my own piss. Flipped the mattress over and went back to sleep until some time in the afternoon when friends finally got me awake.
And then?On a trip to visit some buddies in Boston, I once woke up on a couch in a finely decorated posh mansion covered in blood and mud with no recollection of the prior night's events. I was so thirsty when I woke up, so I managed to find the kitchen and pour myself a glass of orange juice. As I was putting the OJ back in the fridge, a 7-year old girl walked into the kitchen and said, "Who are you?" I've never been more unsure of how to answer that question.
OuchAt least it was your own piss. My college boys and I went to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. Four of us split a hotel room to keep costs down; two to a bed. After a night of unsuccessful hunting, I groggily woke up one morning thinking that me and my bedmate had sweated out all our liquor because our bed was absoultely drenched. It turns out that my bedmate did release all his liquor, just not through his pores. To make matters even more disturbing for me, my friend, for some reason that is still unclear, was wearing only a half shirt and absolutely nothing else.At a bus stop in Cancun just outside of my hotel. I somehow got off at the right stop, but couldn't make it to the hotel. Later woke back up in my bed in the hotel room and was soaked in my own piss. Flipped the mattress over and went back to sleep until some time in the afternoon when friends finally got me awake.
And then?On a trip to visit some buddies in Boston, I once woke up on a couch in a finely decorated posh mansion covered in blood and mud with no recollection of the prior night's events. I was so thirsty when I woke up, so I managed to find the kitchen and pour myself a glass of orange juice. As I was putting the OJ back in the fridge, a 7-year old girl walked into the kitchen and said, "Who are you?" I've never been more unsure of how to answer that question.
Edited to add: ...parked in a small dump site outside of Kingston, NY- awoken by the sounds of foraging bears.On the hood of a '68 Impala convertible...
At least they were aging. The immortal ones are scary as ####.Edited to add: ...parked in a small dump site outside of Kingston, NY- awoken by the sounds of foraging bears.On the hood of a '68 Impala convertible...![]()
Me too.Erie, PA
i would have said, "I'm the boy namedOn a trip to visit some buddies in Boston, I once woke up on a couch in a finely decorated posh mansion covered in blood and mud with no recollection of the prior night's events. I was so thirsty when I woke up, so I managed to find the kitchen and pour myself a glass of orange juice. As I was putting the OJ back in the fridge, a 7-year old girl walked into the kitchen and said, "Who are you?" I've never been more unsure of how to answer that question.SueHow do you do?"
"Whom's the strangest place you've woke up after partying?"Can the "where" be a "whom"?
were you playing with your dinghy?I once woke up in a boat in a garage of someone I did not know....