Picnic With a Blind Date

Let’s have a picnic I said! All eager and stuff. My refrigerator was bare, which was a bit rough. By the time my guest arrived I had baked beans and ham. And a surprise guest, my flatulent grandma, Old Gram. She tooted all the way to Liberty Fireworks Park in the car. To my blind date’s credit, he did not give one hardy har har. He also carried our basket, our chairs, and a blanket for two. She and he sat right down on it, and I did not know what to do. You sure brought enough stuff, my blind date said in amazement. Hotdogs, chicken, steak, chips, and six desserts – due to my craze-ment. I had forgotten the drinks, so we sent him out to the local nine eleven. The picnic was hilarious, and we stunk to high heaven.