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also, an actual exchange i just heard from two people in this class:

guy 1: did you finish your first draft? guy 2: yep. chatGPT. me, who is currently writing an entire fucking paper on how the use of chatgpt to finish assignments doesn't help students learn anything for the same fucking assignment:

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It came to me in a vision so I feel like something will strike me down if I don’t say this

So anyway, what’s your favourite creation? Fan works? Crafts? Projects? Unholy abominations? Children I guess? Seems like cheating but I’ll allow it.

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I’m imagining a eating contest but instead of the food you are ranked on the amount of water you drink to eat the food faster

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It’s my cat so like

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I like jesters and just kinda choose maker as the second word for some reason that I forgot (I made this name a long time ago)

USERNAME LORE GIVE IT TO ME NOW YOU ALL

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I have a favorite pun now

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every morning my gf makes me come with her to check on the sinkhole that's opened up in our parking lot

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How many lobsters could you take in a fight?

“As many as you could throw at me. Those little crustaceans are no match for the might of the Venomshank.”

[To accentuate his point, he brandishes his sword.]

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They are helping

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My evil dungeon used to be infested with rats. Then I started imprisoning catboys... Sure, that solved the rat problem—but now the catboy population is out of control, and demanding great quantities of raw meat. My solution? Dogboys. I go to the library and look up books on dog-human transmutation. One of the librarians stops me. “Aren’t you that pervert wizard with the creepy catboy sex dungeon?” I don’t know how to answer that. The other librarians notice my stacks of books on canine gene-splicing, and start hitting me with old Martha Stewart Living magazines. “Get out of here,” they say. “Don’t you go trying to steal anyone’s dog for your catboy/dogboy dungeon!” I hadn’t even considered that. In the middle of the night I sneak to the librarian’s house and try to steal his dog, but I’m way too big to fit through the mail slot in the front door, so I end up just standing around for a while looking like a real goober. My solution to this problem? I return the following night with a ratboy—

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