May is national BBQ month.
Gas Grill Condiment Set: Be Prepared For National BBQ Month.
For those of you who don’t already know, May is national BBQ month. And that can mean only one thing-beef and beer every day of the week. Be prepared with this Gas-Grill shaped BBQ condiment set. It holds your ketchup, mustard, salt and pepper as well as your relish thanks to a little ceramic tray on top that can be covered up to prevent contamination by filthy, filthy bugs.
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Sausages, chips and burgers will be unable to dodge the splodge once you arm yourself with a Condiment Gun. As you can see, this brilliantly ridiculous sauce dispenser looks just like a comedy cartoon six-shooter and it's ideal for anyone who loves squirtable condiments such as ketchup, mustard and brown sauce. The cartridge nozzle All you do is load up the Condiment Gun's cartridge (two supplied) with your favourite sauce, bung it in and squeeze the trigger. Satisfying? It makes walloping the bottom of a regular sauce bottle seem about as entertaining as watching a tomato go off. Load up your gun... Pour in your favourite sauce! Load into the barrel... Lock into place... Now aim and fire! Are you trigger happy with your ketchup? Just think, armed with a Condiment Gun you can re-enact your favourite pistol-based movie moments and add a dash of flavour to your food at the same time. "Dya feel saucy? Well, do ya, sausage?" And if Dirty Harry doesn't get your chow quaking with fear, how about giving dindins a Wild West feel: "This here pile of mash ain't big enough for both of us." Splat! The possibilities are endless. Now you can host impressive barbeques! As well as its comedic value, this colourful squirter will deliver its saucy contents in an accurate stream, so you won't have to worry about inadvertently drowning your beautifully cooked nosh in one of Mr H's 57 varieties. Sauce cartridges Crafted in sturdy plastic, the Condiment Gun is ideal for outdoor cookfests and it's liable to make you fall in love with ketchup and mustard all over again. Indeed, if someone doesn't end up with a faceful of splat within ten minutes of this turning up on your doorstep, we'll eat our stetson (after we've shot it to bits with sauce).
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