I love the mental image of someone looking you dead in the eye as they hand you a gift that says “Need a gift idea?”
But I wanted catsup.
Less wasteful than most of the rest of the gifts
As someone that actually enjoys receiving random BBQ sauces as gifts, this is a great way to end a relationship.
You never know. Maybe behind that label it recommends a romantic trip for two?
Maybe your mental faculties will ketchup this year
It has natural mellowing agents.
One year recently my dad got me, a 40 year old man, six jars of mustard for my birthday. That was my only birthday gift from him. I think he might have read a label like this.
The same mustard? Were they/it good mustard(s)?
The same mustard. Better than average mustard?
My Dad loved the horrific English spread, Marmite. But he didn’t eat it very often. Every year, my mother would give him a wrapped present of a jar of Marmite. The same jar that was already in the fridge.
Anyone else getting Prairie Home Companion vibes from this?
