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Holy shit, you wont believe what happened to me this weekend..so the guys and I decided to go camping and we hit up Cachuma Lake in SB area..there werent too many of us and we just went to hang out and get our minds away from all the drama round glendale..needless to say, we started taking a few shots, and pounding down beers and eating hot dogs off the grill..one of us (wont mention who) forgot to wrap the hot dog bag back up, and so all the water from the cooler filled up the hot dogs..haramoz to the maxx!! we didnt wanna just toss them out and we had seen a raccoon earlier in the day just wondering round..so one of the guys decided to build a trap and try to catch that raccoon. We had the box, wrapped in a trash bag, a stick tied to a string that reached all the way to the tent..and the hot dogs were under the box a few feet away from the tent..we sat patiently waiting..the raccoon came..sat beside the trash bag, looked at us..looked at the hot dog..looked back at us, and just calmly reached in and grabbed a hot dog and ate it while staring at us..how porru che? We named him "FDR (F**kin Dirty Raccoon)!!
I’ll first critique, then change your story to demonstrate. The story has promise, but there’s a few things you need to know when telling a good story. First, girls love feelings. How funny was the situation? How did you feel at certain points in the story? Second, you need more descriptive words. Use metaphor, similes, comparisons, funny statements to spice it up. Finally, you need to punctuate in a way that controls the rhythm of reading. A good storyteller has a rhythm and flow to his words. This sort of thing needs to translate to your story. You need to lose the constant “…” as it can make your sentences run on forever without a break. Here’s my version (mind you, I wrote this quickly):
"Holy shit am I tired from this weekend! A few buddies of mine and I decided to say “fuck it” to our responsibilities and hit up Cachuma Lake, so we just hopped in the car and took off. What a beautiful place…with lush, green scenery that in our opinions could only be TRULY appreciated after atleast 6 shots of hard alcohol apiece. Boom, boom, boom. With liquor now greasing our wheels we decided to set up the grill for some hot dogs, and after finally getting it ready we realized that our hot dog bag had filled up with water from the cooler (ruining our precious weenies). Damnit! Well, we were hungry, we were drunk, and now we had some bait…the only logical answer was to catch our food like our caveman ancestors before us (funny what shots will do to your logic, isn’t it?). Considering none of my friends at this point were moving fast enough to hunt earthworms, I decided to set up a trap. We took the hot dog box, wrapped the box in a trash bag, stuck a stick through the bag, tied a string to the stick, and…well…did a whole lot of other Macgyver shit I won’t go into. So the trap was set. Tension filled the air. The leaves rustled in a faint wind. My friend burped something up that smelled like cheese. And out…came…a raccoon. Tentatively our prey crept toward the trap. He looked into the bag, looked around, took a step forward, took a step back, stopped for a split second…SPRUNG! Got it! The racoon was left squirming helplessly in the bag. Even in our drunk haze, though, we had to let it go as it was so damn cute. We named it FDR (Fucking Dirty Racoon) as it scurried off into the woods. Then we just drank our hunger away.
Sometimes you just find fun in the oddest of places and in the oddest of ways, you know?"
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See the difference? I changed some minor details to improve the story, but the core elements are still there. Let me know if this helps, and if you need anything else.
-Esperanto