What's the strangest place you ever woke up after a night of boozing?

In the back of a Dodge Durango at a house in the Pink Panther Trailer Park in Slidell. At noon in July. Hot, humid, and reeking of tequila.

I had passed out at the bar I worked at at the time (Mustang's in Slidell :covri: ), my "Friends" had been throwing the little snap n pop firecrackers at me all night. My shirt had all of these little brown marks on it I couldn't figure out for the longest time.