So, you're riding your bicycle along a peaceful boulevard in Southern California when you hear the sound of machinery.
You peek through the bushes and what do you see?
A pond of smelly, brownish water being churned by freakishly large electric motors.
The whole thing looks like some sort of demented boating scene in a really weird old movie.
Apparently, this is turd water being - as the handy graphic below illustrates - evaporated.
At least, I'm assuming those round, green things are water molecules. Turds don't evaporate... right?
The sign doesn't appear to mention where they go, but I do so hope those are blue drops of water being rained down on that house.
Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.
-Hunter S. Thompson
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