Between this post and the one about the pill and the pants stain, I'm laughin so hard I'm cryin'. While I haven't had a garbage bag bust on me before, I have had the pleasure of having a 14# brisket slip out of my hands and back into a cooler full of marinade. It's like doing a cannonball in the pool. Weeks later and you still finds DP marinade spots. And then the wifey, "why didn't you take it outside before you took it out of the cooler?" The last thing I need at that moment is a dose of coulda, woulda, shoulda. I know my mess wasn't as big as yours though....but I feel for ya. I do have a question though......did you stand there, just for a second, and ask yourself, "I didn't just do that, did I? Tell me I didn't just do that?"