Well, that was unsettling. And funny. Iosef cracked up so entirely that he almost lost his balance, imagining a penis singing show tunes. But then something about imagining penises made him deflate almost immediately.
"You know that's the least comforting thing ever, don't you?" He asked, looking down at her.
Stories? Iosef didn't have stories. Not that bore mentioning, anyway. Mostly post-high school young adult stupid shit. There were his brothers, but Iosef didn't know any of their stories well enough to tell someone about them.
"Short of how I lost my virginity, I ain't got any interesting stories for ya..." He shrugged. Yeah, lame. But good times.