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So this all started a few years ago when I was 20. I was struggling with some OCD; and one of my biggest fears was accidentally impregnating one of my sisters. It got so bad that I'd avoid using the toilet from fear of- ...hmm, I guess you'd call it cross-contamination or something. Anyway, I'd pee in bottles for up to two days after I fapped to avoid any infinitesimally small chance of anyone coming into contact with my semen.
Eventually, I have amassed about two gallons of piss in various bottles and jugs in my closet.
And it pretty much just sat there for about a year until I finally took it upon myself to get rid of it.
>vintage piss
So I figure that shit must be too much of a biohazard to flush down the toilet. So I load it into my car and drive off to my local sewage treatment plant.
Then I accidentally take a wrong turn and wind up in the next town due to some asshole city planner with a one-way street fetish.
Long story short, I'm driving around for hours in a car with two gallons of piss in the trunk.
I finally reach the treatment plant, and, mustering the straightest face possible, I explain to some big bearded foreman-type that I need to unload two gallons of piss.
"Just flush it down the toilet."
"...oh."
>drive back home
>dispose of piss with nobody in my family the wiser
>seal empty bottles into old wastebasket, cover with several layers of duct tape, draw biohazard symbol on whole thing
>intothetrashitgoes.bmp
Fortunately, by the time I got around to doing all this, my OCD had gotten much better.