Re: What's in your smoker?
Back in High School, I worked at Kentucky Fried Chicken. One night we ran short on birds, so I ran to another store and picked up a couple of cases. I was careful about lining the trunk of dad's car with garbage bags, but apparently some of the blood made it past the plastic and got into the trunk carpeting...
Anyway, the next afternoon, after sitting in the Florida summer sun all day, dad comes out from work all tired and opens the door to a great green cloud.
Not my finest moment!
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