A Most Unusual Guys' Getaway
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Title: A Most Unusual Guys' Getaway
I knew Hank was dealing with a rough divorce, but I wasn't prepared for this wave of absurdity.
"Dammit, Frank! Would you stop staring?" Hank growled, smacking my shoulder with a hand that now sported rosy nails. He never had such perfectly manicured hands before.
"Sorry, Hank," I replied, trying to focus anywhere but on Hank. Honestly, can you blame me though? His ex, Martha... well, she was stacked in all the right places. And now Hank was somehow sporting her frame, curves, and all - topped off with a patriotic bikini.
I needed a drink.
"C'mon, this isn't that bad," Hank joked, striking a pose that had me choking on my beer. He had an indomitable spirit, one that managed to stay buoyant even when reality felt like a psychedelic comedy.
"No bad? Hank, buddy, your pick-up lines need work. You lost me at 'hello'. Literally."
We erupted into laughter, which felt great after all the uncontrollable ogling. Yes, this was undoubtedly the strangest guys’ trip ever, but perhaps that was the reason it was turning out to be the most enjoyable one too. Laughter, they say, is the best medicine. And damn, if it wasn't working like a charm.
As the day progressed, we stopped focusing on the absurdity of Hank's situation. Instead, we basked in the laughter and camaraderie that came with acknowledging the bizarre situation. We fished, shared stories of our reckless youth, and spoke about how those were 'the good old days'- conveniently ignoring the female form amongst us that resembled Hank's shapely ex-wife.
Later in the evening, we sat by the shore, a couple of beers in hand. Hank, sporting a hoodie over his curvaceous bikini-clad body, looked up at the stars. Breaking the silence, he finally admitted, "This, Frank, has been the weirdest yet most fun I've had in a long time. I might keep Martha's body longer than I thought."
"God help me," I murmured, knocking back my beer while Hank continued to bask in the moonlight, his laughter echoing across the peaceful coast.
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: Write a story with lots of dialogue where After my friend has gone through divorce I knew he would need a regular guys vacation. But when I found out that his ex wife had Also stolen his body I was in shock. We went out to the coast to have some fun on his boat but he’s annoyed I keep looking at his…or his ex wife’s sexy ass. How can he blame me though his wife has curves for days she's busty and curvy and just perfect and he was wearing a red white and blue bikini to really show it off. After awhile he begam to joke around about his new predicament this guys trip was defiantly the most odd, but also was the most fun too.
Response: Title: A Most Unusual Guys' Getaway I knew Hank was dealing with a rough divorce, but I wasn't prepared for this wave of absurdity. "Dammit, Frank! Would you stop staring?" Hank growled, smacking my shoulder with a hand that now sported rosy nails. He never had such perfectly manicured hands before. "Sorry, Hank," I replied, trying to focus anywhere but on Hank. Honestly, can you blame me though? His ex, Martha... well, she was stacked in all the right places. And now Hank was somehow sporting her frame, curves, and all - topped off with a patriotic bikini. I needed a drink. "C'mon, this isn't that bad," Hank joked, striking a pose that had me choking on my beer. He had an indomitable spirit, one that managed to stay buoyant even when reality felt like a psychedelic comedy. "No bad? Hank, buddy, your pick-up lines need work. You lost me at 'hello'. Literally." We erupted into laughter, which felt great after all the uncontrollable ogling. Yes, this was undoubtedly the strangest guys’ trip ever, but perhaps that was the reason it was turning out to be the most enjoyable one too. Laughter, they say, is the best medicine. And damn, if it wasn't working like a charm. As the day progressed, we stopped focusing on the absurdity of Hank's situation. Instead, we basked in the laughter and camaraderie that came with acknowledging the bizarre situation. We fished, shared stories of our reckless youth, and spoke about how those were 'the good old days'- conveniently ignoring the female form amongst us that resembled Hank's shapely ex-wife. Later in the evening, we sat by the shore, a couple of beers in hand. Hank, sporting a hoodie over his curvaceous bikini-clad body, looked up at the stars. Breaking the silence, he finally admitted, "This, Frank, has been the weirdest yet most fun I've had in a long time. I might keep Martha's body longer than I thought." "God help me," I murmured, knocking back my beer while Hank continued to bask in the moonlight, his laughter echoing across the peaceful coast.
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