After a night on the turps, I managed to squeeze my head under a small shrub in someone's backyard and woke up with two of the boys in blue standing over me.
Another night, I ended up right outside the front door of a supermarket around 9am with my head buried in a shrub again, my body sprawled out over the main path to the front doors and shoppers stepping round me and giving me very dirty looks.
Those shrubs must have looked like giant fluffy pillows.
Shrubs! Hahaha!
I do have one story of waking up in a place I don't remember sleeping at. Good friend of mine had thrown a going away party for himself and invited the entire school. Tons of cheap pisswater beer, everyone smoking, beerbongs, kegstands, girls. It was a blowout.
People started a bonfire and pulled a lot of benches over to sit around it, and one of these benches is where I found myself the next morning. I don't remember sleeping, and I don't remember ever going to sit next to the bonfire because it was too hot. Headache for hours when I came to.
I should've just found a nice shrub and curled up.