Title: "The Ex-Wife's Curse: A Guy's Boat Trip Like Never Before"
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Our annual "Guy's Boat Trip" traditionally involved two main activities: fishing and drinking to the point where we couldnât tell a trout from a tuna. This year, however, when Jerry showed up with his ex-wife's curvy body and flaming red hair, it added a whole new layer of "what the heck?" to our weekend ritual.
As he strutted unto the boat deck, hips swaying inappropriately for a man named Jerry, I nearly spit out my beer. "Jerry, buddy!" I choked, "I heard about the divorce, but no one mentioned you'd also be leaving your own body behind!"
Jerry flipped his silky hair and laughed, "Well, Frank, drastic times call for drastic measures. Or in this case, a weird voodoo curse."
"She took your wallet and your walleye, but stealing your body and leaving you looking like a 'Desperate Housewife' contestant is a new low," I jeered.
Standing there in his very much ex-wifeâs designer swimsuit and oversized sunglasses, Jerry sighed deeply. "Let's just pretend everything is normal," he said, opening a beer with a freshly manicured nail. "Except instead of manly fishing buddies, weâre now an unsettling reality show."
We stumbled our way to the coast, Jerry somehow managing not to trip over his impractically high wedges. As we anchored the boat, he laughed and jostled me, "Remember in college when I got drunk and dressed in her clothes? Thought sheâd die laughing."
I roared back, âLooks like youâre continuing the tradition!â I jokingly squeezed his waist, "You know, that one-piece makes you look super hot, Jerry. Damn curvy, if I must say."
Sticking his chest out, he retorted, âYeah? Well, itâs hard to fathom how much sunscreen I need for these.â He gestured to his newfound womanly features with mock suffering. âBut donât be staring too long, Frank. You're staring at my ex-wife now. And the last thing I need is for this curse to extend to your moral compass.â
I clapped him on the backâgingerly, given I wasnât sure about the durability of swimsuit straps designed for a significantly smaller frameâand popped another beer. âYou know what? You still drink like a fish. And thankfully, it's still as funny watching you try to fish.â
We cast our lines into the water, the first hour catching nothing but sunburns and awkward stares from passing boats. Eventually, we'd fallen into our usual rhythm, reminiscing about high school pranks and college shenanigans.
âRemember that time you streaked across campus?â Jerry chortled, well into his fifth beer.
âI remember everyone saying it was the worst thing they'd seen," I chuckled. "Well, until you strutted onto the deck looking like this."
Jerry sighed melodramatically, âFrank, you couldâve at least taken me out to a nice seafood restaurant before making a pass at me.â
Despite the changes, Jerry was still Jerry beneath the silky hair and misappropriated designer accessories. He was still my best friend, the same guy Iâd been through thick and thin with. Even if, to the rest of the world, this guyâs trip was a lot less âguyâ than it used to be.
"Hey, you think next year you'll get your body back?" I asked.
"Nah," Jerry said, leaning back and emphasizing his newly acquired assets. "But maybe next year I'll finally figure out how to use these to score free beers."
Touché, Jerry. Touché.
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAIâs 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 fried has gone through divorce I knew he would need a regular guy's vacation. But when I found out that his ex-wife had Also stolen his body I was in shock. He came on the boat with his ex wives curvy body and he red hair and designer sunglasses, he looked like a member of the desperate housewives or something it was hilarious. We went out to the coast to have some fun on his boat itâs definitely more awkward but weâre having fun fishing and drinking beers and reminiscing on the old days back in high school in college he even told the story of how he got drunk and dressed in his ex-wives clothes once, I laugh and tell him that he is in her clothes now and that the one piece he's in looks super hot. I keep checking out his... his ex-wife's curvy ass and God her rack is huge I can't stop staring he keeps teasing me about it but it's not my fault his ex was hot. It's a damn shame she was crazy because boy did, she has a great body. Our annual guy's boat trip wasn't quite as masculine as it used to be with the boobs and bodacious body my friend now sported but deep down it was the same as it always has been.
Response: Our annual "Guy's Boat Trip" traditionally involved two main activities: fishing and drinking to the point where we couldnât tell a trout from a tuna. This year, however, when Jerry showed up with his ex-wife's curvy body and flaming red hair, it added a whole new layer of "what the heck?" to our weekend ritual. As he strutted unto the boat deck, hips swaying inappropriately for a man named Jerry, I nearly spit out my beer. "Jerry, buddy!" I choked, "I heard about the divorce, but no one mentioned you'd also be leaving your own body behind!" Jerry flipped his silky hair and laughed, "Well, Frank, drastic times call for drastic measures. Or in this case, a weird voodoo curse." "She took your wallet and your walleye, but stealing your body and leaving you looking like a 'Desperate Housewife' contestant is a new low," I jeered. Standing there in his very much ex-wifeâs designer swimsuit and oversized sunglasses, Jerry sighed deeply. "Let's just pretend everything is normal," he said, opening a beer with a freshly manicured nail. "Except instead of manly fishing buddies, weâre now an unsettling reality show." We stumbled our way to the coast, Jerry somehow managing not to trip over his impractically high wedges. As we anchored the boat, he laughed and jostled me, "Remember in college when I got drunk and dressed in her clothes? Thought sheâd die laughing." I roared back, âLooks like youâre continuing the tradition!â I jokingly squeezed his waist, "You know, that one-piece makes you look super hot, Jerry. Damn curvy, if I must say." Sticking his chest out, he retorted, âYeah? Well, itâs hard to fathom how much sunscreen I need for these.â He gestured to his newfound womanly features with mock suffering. âBut donât be staring too long, Frank. You're staring at my ex-wife now. And the last thing I need is for this curse to extend to your moral compass.â I clapped him on the backâgingerly, given I wasnât sure about the durability of swimsuit straps designed for a significantly smaller frameâand popped another beer. âYou know what? You still drink like a fish. And thankfully, it's still as funny watching you try to fish.â We cast our lines into the water, the first hour catching nothing but sunburns and awkward stares from passing boats. Eventually, we'd fallen into our usual rhythm, reminiscing about high school pranks and college shenanigans. âRemember that time you streaked across campus?â Jerry chortled, well into his fifth beer. âI remember everyone saying it was the worst thing they'd seen," I chuckled. "Well, until you strutted onto the deck looking like this." Jerry sighed melodramatically, âFrank, you couldâve at least taken me out to a nice seafood restaurant before making a pass at me.â Despite the changes, Jerry was still Jerry beneath the silky hair and misappropriated designer accessories. He was still my best friend, the same guy Iâd been through thick and thin with. Even if, to the rest of the world, this guyâs trip was a lot less âguyâ than it used to be. "Hey, you think next year you'll get your body back?" I asked. "Nah," Jerry said, leaning back and emphasizing his newly acquired assets. "But maybe next year I'll finally figure out how to use these to score free beers." TouchĂ©, Jerry. TouchĂ©.
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