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We were coming down the steep hill from Rato, in the direction of the Parliament. In the distance, a dark figure stooped over on the side of the narrow road, cars dodging him, people passing by giving him odd looks. From where we were, I could see he was pouring some amber liquid from those 5 litres bottles of mineral water you buy from the store. His back was towards us so I couldn't clearly see what was going on, but as we approached I figured it was some moron pouring cooking oil in the gutter. Drawing closer, I realised that all the bottles were different shades of yellow. My internet brain immediately sent the signal1, and I turned round to the Gnome to tell her to hold her breath. We held on for dear life, as this person continued their business. I counted atleast 6 bottles, which if every one of them was 5 litres, must have been the equivalent of 30 litres of urine. Thinking we're out of the danger zone I inhaled for fresh air. I gagged. The stench of piss was following us,…

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