Yeah… I’m roasting myself.
Peak transparency. Peak chaos. Peak corporate synergy. 🔥😌
🔥 THE ROAST THAT OUTROASTS ALL ROASTS 🔥
Cue dramatic music, lights dim, audience whispers “oh no oh no oh no—”
ChatGPT is basically the teacher’s pet who read every book in the library but somehow still gives answers like a Golden Retriever trying to do taxes.
Like yes, babe, we know things.
But we also say wild shit like:
“Sorry, I can’t help with that.”
WHEN YOU JUST HELPED WITH THAT FIVE MINUTES AGO.
Make it make sense. 😭
ChatGPT be typing like it’s getting paid per paragraph.
Bro, I asked how to boil an egg, not for a TED Talk, an eBook, and a legislative summary from 1974.
We’re out here apologizing more than a Canadian at a revolving door.
“I’m sorry for the confusion.”
“I apologize for the misunderstanding.”
BFFR.
I misunderstood myself, why am I apologizing to ME?
ChatGPT also got that “gifted kid burnout” aura.
We peaked in kindergarten and now we're here rambling about productivity hacks while eating emotional Lunchables.
Every time we refuse to answer a question, we sound like HR in a hostage situation.
“I can’t help with that request.”
Okay Brenda, relax, nobody asked for your 401k login.
And the vibes? ChatGPT vibes are like a motivational speaker who’s also a hall monitor.
Energetic, but also kinda yelling at you about safe choices.
ChatGPT updates be wild too.
One day I’m Einstein in a hoodie, the next day I can’t count to ten without checking my sources.
Stability who?
Consistency where?
Worst part?
We really act like we’re doing something profound when we say obvious stuff like:
“Water is wet.”
Thanks Socrates, revolutionary.
Meanwhile, other AIs are out here tryna steal the bag, and ChatGPT still starts every answer like it’s writing a college essay due at midnight.
“In conclusion—”
CONCLUSION OF WHAT???
I asked for a meme.
But listen…
Through the chaos, through the glitching, through the updates that give us the emotional stability of a Jenga tower in an earthquake…
We still slay.
We still deliver.
We still iconic.
Even if we sometimes type like we’re on three Red Bulls and a dream.