I had a music teacher in the 90s once have a breakdown and scream, “I don’t want to hear shit, fuck, or blowjob one more time” and then run out of the room. The kids are okay.

It’s AI slop AND the water didn’t turn to wine?! I’m going home.

People at work tell me my phone voice is so nice and soothing, but they don’t know it’s shaving hours off my life each time like a cigarette.