We're through with family picnics. It's not the plague of the ants and mosquitoes, it's the plague of Uncle Wallace an Aunt Britney bringing those baked beans every time. While Cousin Leonard brings the cheap beer.
At least we haven't had to worry about catching Malaria or the West Nile Virus.
What we have is the Beer & Baked Bean Virus. You mix those two and not only will it kill the West Nile Virus but halfway gas the family to death.
I thought it would be better out in the open but it hangs around you like a fog. I can't eat farts with my sandwiches, so I puke and that ruins it for everyone.
This time next year, we'll be anywhere but here.