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When I was in basic training, I used to sneak down to the laundry room after wake up call and sleep under the counter that we folded laundry on. I used a canteen as a pillow. More comfortable than you might think, especially when you're not getting much sleep.
Another weird place was at this gay club my girlfriend forced me to go to. When I got there, there wasn't but a few people, so I sat down in the far corner and ended up passing out. I woke up a few hours later and there were hundreds of people all dancing around me. I don't know how I could have slept through that....
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"This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V." - V
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