Not fun
Imagine this:

You're 18 years old, living in Rio de Janeiro for a gap year, happily stumbling home (a walk of about 3kms) at 3am after going to a party where you first received oral relief from a young lady. Its dark, with low, heavy, tropical thunderclouds hanging overhead. The humid air is making your shirt stick to you, but the warm glow of recent groinal elation is still percolating throughout your alcohol ridden system. To get home you have to take a short cut through a badly lit tunnel underneath one of the massive hills that Rio has. You figure the chances of being mugged and shot are reasonable in light of the extra 30 minutes you'd have to walk if you took a more roundabout route, so with a rather stupid level of teenage bravado you march into the tunnel. Its one of those tunnels with a bend and the first 60 yards or so are practically pitch black, save for the flash of passing car head lights. As you round the corner you see a group of men standing with flash lights... but its still too dim to really see what they are doing. You start to get paranoid so you slow down a bit and try to make out what they are doing... as you creep forward you stumble slightly and your right foot (clad only in a flip-flop) comes down hard on something cold and soft which oozes over the sole of your flip-flop and squedges against the toes. In surprise you cry out. The men ahead are on you in a second. They're policemen, who have just had the body of a homeless man who'd been shot through the head taken away. They shine the light down, and there you are, toe deep in someone else's brain.

When you finish vomiting, and they finish laughing, they help you up, take you to the near by police post to wash your foot off, take what remaining money you have on you, and then send you on your way.
(Zapiola zip-zap-zop, Thu 23 Jul 2009, 17:59, 3 replies)

Rio police, eh?
What're the odds that they had something to do with the brain being on the floor to begin with?
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 23 Jul 2009, 18:23, closed)

Yup
Pretty damned high. They operate on the shoot first, then shoot again, then shoot it again to see if its still bleeding, then take a bribe, then maybe ask questions policy.

That was the start of a week where I saw 6 bodies. I only usually saw one a week.

You ever see Bus 174? My mother was in the traffic jam behind that.
(Zapiola zip-zap-zop, Thu 23 Jul 2009, 21:54, closed)

I'm sure I may say this more than once during this QOTW
but I would probably have ruptured my sphincter shitting myself in fear.
(berk, Thu 23 Jul 2009, 18:49, closed)