
You know it’s summer when the stores roll out the BBQ machines.
These are not grills.
These are not decorative.
These are not for your wussy-sized pork chops.
These are Hummer-grade, propane-fueled, thick-slab-cooking man-eating machines.
I know Jay fancies the double griller. I like that R2D2 lookalike.
































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