is cleaning up. Especially if you fried a damn turkey and your wife is cheap ("Save that damn oil David! It was forty bucks!" ) Not only did the fuggin thing boil over after my best efforts to avoid it but now when I went down to strain and pour it back into the jugs it splattered all over the damn place and I dropped the stinkin pot when I was almost done. Fuggin half gallon of congealed turkey contaminated peanut oil speckled with burnt spices all over the concrete and the fence. Now my damn dogs are gonna have grease-ass for a week, and I'm gonna smell like fried turkey too. Oh well. At least I have plenty of vodka.