So there was this crockpot sitting on my kitchen counter. It belonged to a friend that left it on New Years Eve. I remember it containing some sort of been soup. But not any longer. Now it had the look of new snow with a hint of green grass underneath. The smell of it, unfortunatly, was no where near as pleasant.

I moved the trashcan out onto the porch, and with the skill of a HAZMAT engineer carried the pot outside to my disposal area. Now, being outside you would think the smell, once unleashed, would dissipate quickly. You would think wrong with this crud. I opened the lid, stepped back quickly, and then ran inside to escape the deadly bean cloud.

The smell was still there two minutes later, but the job had to be done. Now, normally I can't smell things very well, so I can only imagine what this stuff would have done to a properlly tuned nose.

Anyways, the foul beast plopped into the trash without incident, and the pot is currently soaking in very hot and concentrated Dawn solution.

The moral of this is, make your friends take backed their damned been soup after the holidays.