Ya know, I've always said I was like a mailman when it comes to me smokin. Neither rain, nor snow nor sleet nor bitter cold... whoa, what was that last one? Well it's 16 degrees outside and I'm rethinking my limits here. Uh Oh, just thought of somethin, I have over 4 pound pork butt that I rubbed last night in the fridge... the show must go on I guess.
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