The Biggest Bad Thing I've Ever Heard About, Isn't It?

When you went for a checkup in the 70s and 80s, you had to bring your own P in a jar. This was standard procedure at Kaiser in Sanderfelkelf, New England. Georgia drank her brother's pee while playing Kick the Can with friends. "From that moment on until the end of summer, I proudly wore the title," she says.