Resist We Much
Back in college there was a point when I was really down and out, terribly depressed. I was drinking way too much, my grades were slipping, all of my professors hated me, I was often broke, my VW Beetle wouldn't start half the time and I suspected the engine was soon to blow. Life just seemed to hate everything about me. Then I met her, an angel of mercy. She was nurturing, generous and kind, intelligent and pleasant company, with a wonderful personality. I was much obliged when she offered that I share her apartment. One day lying in bed after lovemaking, she asked if she was the only one I had ever slept with. I could not lie to her. I told her, yes. "Yeah, all the others were kind of like in the nine or ten range, maybe a few eights,..."
A couple of throw pillows & a beach towel, the back seat of a VW Beetle doesn't sleep half bad. So at least there was that. *shrug*
I guess that one didn't work? The set up too long? Mean spirited? Just not funny?
Me and buddies getting together probably this weekend to fish, tell a few lies and some jokes. I wanted one to slip in there that sounds like a real story until the punch line. The "a couple of throw pillows.." I threw in there to let the punch line sink in. By the time I got to the *shrug* I was hoping for dying laughing, with a dumb look on my face like I didn't quite understand how being honest went so wrong.
Long calm setup I would think works well while fishing, time typically isn't an issue while waiting for the bigun.
Back to the drawing board?