“An Unforgettable Nautical Jump-start”
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Title: “An Unforgettable Nautical Jump-start”
If there was ever a time when bewilderment stunned my senses to silence, it was when I first heard my best buddy, Fred, utter, "My ex-wife stole my body." How the heck was I supposed to respond to that? We'd heard of bitter divorce battles before, but 'body stealing'? That was a whole new level!
Our plan initially, following his recent split was to celebrate – a 'guys-only' vacation, just a couple of dudes sailing the day away on the coast. However, running into Fred at the harbor looking oddly voluptuous in a red, white, and blue bikini — it became considerably harder to convince myself I was on a regular 'guys’ trip.
“Fred... buddy, I don’t want to sound inappropriate but...” I began uncomfortably.
“What?” Fred asked blank-faced, adjusting the dreadfully pert beach hat atop his suddenly lustrous auburn hair.
“Your... ahem... post-divorce body and that bikini, they are... distracting?" I muttered, trying not to stare at the newly Christened curves that would give any hourglass a run for its money.
Fred gave a hearty laugh, causing his newly acquired bosom to jiggle unsettlingly. "Why, thank you for the compliment. I almost started to worry you wouldn’t notice!”
There was no denying that Fred’s ex-wife used to be drop-dead gorgeous. But now, seeing Fred wearing her amazing bikini-body like an outlandish costume, it was unexpectedly hard to keep my eyes off him.
Our voyage grew progressively unusual as we cruised along the coast, trying our best to engage in conventional male banter. Though I have to admit, it was disturbingly amusing to hear Fred talk about football and his passion for craft beer in a body that looked like it should be discussing nail colors and gossipy housewives.
As time wound on, Fred shook off his initial awkwardness and started to joke about his rather peculiar 'body theft'. Each time he made a wisecrack about forgetting to shave his legs or wondering where to find a larger bikini top, I'd burst into laughter, convulsing so badly that I nearly fell off the boat a couple of times.
I'm not sure how it happened, but Fred's misfortune had somehow led to the most hilarious and absurdly enjoyable vacation we'd ever taken. Sure, it was far from the textbook definition of a regular 'guys’ trip, in fact, it was undoubtedly the most peculiar one we'd ever had!
Every vacation from then on carried a hidden challenge for us - to make it even more riotous than the one where Fred's ex-wife 'stole' his body, and we celebrated it with sideline wisecracks, beer, and the most memorable cruise of our lives.
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 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: “An Unforgettable Nautical Jump-start” If there was ever a time when bewilderment stunned my senses to silence, it was when I first heard my best buddy, Fred, utter, "My ex-wife stole my body." How the heck was I supposed to respond to that? We'd heard of bitter divorce battles before, but 'body stealing'? That was a whole new level! Our plan initially, following his recent split was to celebrate – a 'guys-only' vacation, just a couple of dudes sailing the day away on the coast. However, running into Fred at the harbor looking oddly voluptuous in a red, white, and blue bikini — it became considerably harder to convince myself I was on a regular 'guys’ trip. “Fred... buddy, I don’t want to sound inappropriate but...” I began uncomfortably. “What?” Fred asked blank-faced, adjusting the dreadfully pert beach hat atop his suddenly lustrous auburn hair. “Your... ahem... post-divorce body and that bikini, they are... distracting?" I muttered, trying not to stare at the newly Christened curves that would give any hourglass a run for its money. Fred gave a hearty laugh, causing his newly acquired bosom to jiggle unsettlingly. "Why, thank you for the compliment. I almost started to worry you wouldn’t notice!” There was no denying that Fred’s ex-wife used to be drop-dead gorgeous. But now, seeing Fred wearing her amazing bikini-body like an outlandish costume, it was unexpectedly hard to keep my eyes off him. Our voyage grew progressively unusual as we cruised along the coast, trying our best to engage in conventional male banter. Though I have to admit, it was disturbingly amusing to hear Fred talk about football and his passion for craft beer in a body that looked like it should be discussing nail colors and gossipy housewives. As time wound on, Fred shook off his initial awkwardness and started to joke about his rather peculiar 'body theft'. Each time he made a wisecrack about forgetting to shave his legs or wondering where to find a larger bikini top, I'd burst into laughter, convulsing so badly that I nearly fell off the boat a couple of times. I'm not sure how it happened, but Fred's misfortune had somehow led to the most hilarious and absurdly enjoyable vacation we'd ever taken. Sure, it was far from the textbook definition of a regular 'guys’ trip, in fact, it was undoubtedly the most peculiar one we'd ever had! Every vacation from then on carried a hidden challenge for us - to make it even more riotous than the one where Fred's ex-wife 'stole' his body, and we celebrated it with sideline wisecracks, beer, and the most memorable cruise of our lives.
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