My brother asked my mom what we were doing for dinner. She told him. We almost died laughing when he showed up at the dinner table, dressed in nothing but a 50 gallon trash bag, sporting dad's safety goggles. Apparently he had no idea you could cook a bird inside a bird. He thought we were gonna be turd duckin and didn't want to chance gettin none on him.
Some folks might argue that it wasn't a fair fight. I disagree. That Racoon had the option of whoopin' all them dogs and walkin' off. -Jerry Clower -