Had a Squadron mate come up the hill one morning with a tail about waking up on a kitchen floor with a dog licking his face, an elderly gentlemen sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading his morning paper while his wife was cooking breakfast. The funniest part of the story is the fact that these people did not see anything "odd" about finding a drunk, passed-out, 220 lb American on their kitchen floor.Awesome... and true. Good for you!
In days gone by, a WestPac sailor had not lived until he woke up with a chicken on his chest, or had smiled in Subic City.
[As for me, I just stayed in the Cubi O'Club till dawn, playing Klondike. But I did hear of these things happening.]
Alas, no more.