You. You disliked me goin to a BBQ with fuddy and now yer planning going to your own in a wee jealous huff
I was just trying to think of a sexual situation in which BBQ sauce would become unspeakable then I realised some sort of enema/felch combination would do it.
For fuxake, what? Why make something you can buy in a shop? Do you make your own furniture? Did you build your own telly?
Because we don't want ****ey mass produced, additive packed sauces all over our food? If that's what makes people normal I'm very glad I'm not.