Similar, but mine was Sunday night of 2009 in the Turdis Village at the back of Oxlyers near Other/Railway track. Opened the door to be confronted by a mountain of sh*t a good 6 inches above the rim, with the imprint of someone's buttocks in the top. Then hit by the smell. How I didn't vomit I've no idea.
I mean, whoever saw that and thought "I can sit another one on top" before falling/sitting on a pile of other peoples sh*t surely must have immediately committed suicide.
A dead half burnt dog in a fire pit, in a security compound (if I remember correctly).
Two blood filled uncapped syringes stuffed inside an opal fruits packet in the middle of an otherwise empty field.
Both during the cleanup in the mid 90’s
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