There’s hope for, wait for it, wait for it, — The Humanity!!! Yes. But you gots to dew the Memphis Two-Step to the groove of Fuck The Police.
Ojos de Perro Azul
20 years from the 6th day, of the 3rd month, of President Donald John Trump’s second term in the oval office or, the president’s 50th month in ABSOLUTE power if EWE FUCKERS ARE REALLY KEEPING count, artificial intelligence companions are a thing, so much so that even your pesky-borrowing mooch of a neighbor has now added onto his “may I borrow your …” repertoire the, “my wife is away at a trade conference, yada, yada, yada.”
Camello sin Filtro meets Caballo Dorado
Last night, Bobby asked his neighbor if he could borrow his A.I. companion for “dinner and a musical,” to which his neighbor said yes, “of course… just don’t go sticking your öüï-wee in my A.I. companion’s butthole” said the neighbor.
Agreed 😇 responded Bobby. 💯 percent, “it’s just dinner and a musical“ about a transgender narco trafficking Franchute who uses A.I. to translate the language of Molière into ROSALIA’S version of Puerto Rican slang for dumb movie-goers in France.
Yesterdays
… hilarity ensues the following morning when Bobby’s wife returns from her trade conference annual Christmas orgy and sees a KAISER PERMANENTE ambulance outside of her condo near 30 Rock.
Long-story short, Bobby explains to his wife that while she was out fucking the entire Lab at the annual Christmas congress at the Saint-Malo Camping Grounds of La Mancha, he borrowed the PAPERBACK Writer’s A.I. Companion and the neighbor forgot to switch the pencil sharpener mode off.
