Posted by sean on July 8, 2006 at 3:06 pm in Fun At Home, TBA with No Comments

Ewww! I was changing the bag in the kitchen bin this afternoon, pulled the full bag out and nearly vomited. There must have been 2 inches of bin juice in the base. Bin juice mixed with an old mushroom, meat and other things that I was unable to identify due to decomposition.

The only thing I can think that had happened was somebody had put a carton of milk in the bag, it had leaked, seeping through a hole in the bag and over the last seven sweltering days turned into a cesspit.

I had the unpleasant task of tipping the bin juice down the toilet and then, with my hands inside a clean binbag, picking out the solids stuck to the base. Not nice.

It was a horrible task that fucking stank. Imagine getting a bowl of vomit, ten dead rats, skunk diarrhoea, a pile of dog shit and some parmesan cheese, then leaving it out in the baking sun for 2 weeks and returning to it and taking a good, long sniff. That is what it was like. Fucking foul.

Still, it’s not the worst bin I have ever seen. This was taken in my friend Dan’s kitchen some years ago. In case you were wondering, that hairy stuff is not a wig, it is in fact mold.

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