Jay

Adrenaline level three.

Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck.

I have to get this fire out.

Thankfully, I no longer smelt like a small bushfire and just slightly like roasted pork belly.

So needing to put the pellets out, I thought, why don't I just blow the little fuckers out?

Obviously, there's no way I could blow them out my mouth, but I would need a weed blower or a leaf blower.

Well, that worked as expected.

I hit the smoker with the weed blower, causing all the pellets to blow out of the smoker and land still on fire all over the ground around me.

This is such a cluster.

I must have had it on for only seconds as I realized the error of my ways and I thought, shit, I better come up with a different idea.

Now I'm surrounded by these little burning fuckers as well.

Adrenaline level four.

I will point out that I'm not a complete dickhead.

I had turned the smoker off, but it was still full of these little pallet fireballs.

So my next thought was to use a vacuum cleaner.

My next thought was to use a vacuum cleaner and suck these little bastards out.

So I grabbed the vacuum cleaner.

I had one for cleaning the barbecue.

You kind of need one.

And turned it on and started sucking out the pellets.