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Originally Posted by Worth1
Years ago my drunken weed smoking biker hippie neighbors cooked a brisket and to keep the fire going they kept putting leaded gasoline on the wet wood.
The thing turned out as tough as a boot because I could see them chewing on it like chewing gum.
But it did have a nice pink leaded benzine smoke ring. 
I was asked if I wanted some and I politely turned it down but took a beer.
You could smell the gasoline fumes wafting from the meat.
My wife and I called it the Great Gasa Que for years after this fantastic event. |
I walked up on a hotdog cook out one day, with a couple and their children cooking hot dogs over an open fire using old treated boards from a deck they tore down. I called the dad over and told him those boards probably had arsenic in them... You should have seen the look on his face! He must have eaten a few of them.