A little over a year ago, an obnoxious puppy (not Sam, he’s a good dog), that my family insisted that we adopt, chewed the hose to the propane tank on my last grill. It should’ve been a simple thing to replace, but it turns out none of the parts carried by the relevant local establishments fit my old, cheap grill.
Well, due primarily to a combination of laziness and somewhat peculiar fiscal restraint, we’ve been grill free. I hereby add a new grill to my wishlist.
UPDATE: My dad has offered me an unused (used once) spare grill that is just sitting in storage, so I no longer need a grill.
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