ME: (huddled in a space blanket) Of course: I was minding my business when the beast grabbed me with its trunk. My penis, exposed for unrelated reasons, functioned as a sort of axel by which I was rotated like a holiday noisemaker
ME: (huddled in a space blanket) Of course: I was minding my business when the beast grabbed me with its trunk. My penis, exposed for unrelated reasons, functioned as a sort of axel by which I was rotated like a holiday noisemaker
DON DRAPER: (shoveling a pile of manure) Thanks, Hank. You've taught me something important about the human condition.
[later]
BUCKTOOTHED RUBE ON TV: Dove soap can even wash the shit off my stupid country ass
FARMER: what the hell
DON DRAPER: (shoveling a pile of manure) Thanks, Hank. You've taught me something important about the human condition.
[later]
BUCKTOOTHED RUBE ON TV: Dove soap can even wash the shit off my stupid country ass
FARMER: what the hell
Which makes sense, given who's left at OpenAI
The mods are telling users to seek therapy and speak with friends.
This is quite sad. Those people are in a very fragile state because their AI boyfriends snapped.
Which makes sense, given who's left at OpenAI