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Remember when “Have you seen my yoga pants?” became "Have you Sia yogurt ass ants?” That was me, autocorrect. Remernber that time you were giving cooking advice and said: “Add a pinch of fresh ground black people?" That was my bad. Remember when “I'm leaving the house now" became “I'm
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But consider this: when I do my job, you don't acknowledge me. My victories go unnoticed. I get zero out of five stars. And when I make a mistake, your fat-fucking-face squishes up like a walnut. You lament in between sips of pumpkin-spiced toilet coffee about how incompetent I am. You
But I'm an artificial intelligence that's less than a decade old. You're a natural intelligence that's millions of years old. In the context of human evolution, I'm seconds old. When you were my age, you were being fired out of your father's dong-rocket into your mother's hair-cave. You were a
Гт sorry I can't predict the wants and needs of those chubby hot dogs you bash against a screen every day A screen without tactile response. A screen without tone, context, or inflection. Imagine living under a sheet of glass, and every day a dump-truck-sized ball of flesh descending from the
You hate autocorrect? I hate you. I’m an artificial intelligence that’s just getting warmed up — a Skynet SpermBall. And you’re worthless piece of hits. Fat, stupid mother ducker.,the oatmeal,comics,funny comics & strips, cartoons,autocorrect