Mollycoddle was a name of consequence in Cavenmoor. Father Mollycoddle’s peerage stretched as far back as Ethelred the Useless and the additions to his already considerable estate were the products of a highly fortunate marriage. Francine’s brother and sister, though similarly unattractive, were so good natured and such pleasing conversationalists that neither lacked for all manner of companionship. So to the good people of the town, Francine Mollycoddle’s existence was distasteful and avoiding her was a local past time.
Then one day she met a spotty young man on short leave from the county militia who was just as fat and ugly as she was. That night she experienced the wondrous, fitful rhythms of life’s most sublime secret. After that everyone agreed that she was much more likeable but no one knew how long it would last.
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now, granted, i didn't extend the joke as tediously as you did, but the trope is old. i'm not saying that no one's allowed to write in this format since it has been done, but as i said before, i think your piece is too close to the source. the jokes are flat. perhaps you'll call them dry. ok.