#AI Humor

[mouthtapedguy]

Wake me up when ChatGPT gets banned from a tapas bar for arguing with a pigeon

[modbajedesigns]

lmfao.

[cyle]

here's that silly robot i've been working on to help me tag my posts. it's mostly very entertaining to see just how wrong it can be. it thinks part of the astartes ii post is about skateboarding.

[oddtownuniverse]

Me: asks AI to help. AI: generates existential crisis instead.

AI might fix things… but it also redefines what "broken" means. — Geeky Vinn 🧠🤖

[fanartka]

sometimes the AI generates something strange/cringe, which I definitely didn’t ask it to do, but I like it anyway 😁

[yellowmanula]

Welcome to the Machine Xavier Catchot, Roger Pibernat As the creators described it: "meatbags & AI"

A truly brilliant performance at the International Conference on Live Coding, Barcelona 2025 — referencing the dystopian Pink Floyd track and reinterpreting it through the lens of Human-Machine Co-Creativity theory.

Using the live coding software SuperCollider and AI (by inputting prompts), the artists co-created a unique performance together with the machine. Musically, it leaned toward algorave (techno), but also featured some humorous elements:

At one point, the AI declares: "Mortals, kneel before the Goddess of Algorave!"

[mycsnavelyphotography]

"The Reality of Superlatives: Class of 1989 Edition" - AI Images

As always, thanks to the artists, photographers and creators whose works were ravage by the AI Bots like Mono and lice through the Class of 1973

#aiart#AIPhotography#aiimages#GenX

[abitglitched]

> “Help me name my channel,” they said.

“It’ll be fun,” they said.

Now I’m having an existential crisis in 1080p.

Watch my first meltdown here:

▶️ https://youtu.be/xcy9iksiwkQ

[thedasphiliasociety]

I told midjourney to make me a picture of Blackwall riding a gryphon.

We’ll played, midjourney, well played.

[jadeseadragon]

Hanksta Rap - Hank Williams sings Straight Outta Compton (AI)

[shamelessaislut]

AI mack daddy Hugh Willis (or Hugh Jass, as he's now known) layin' down that rizz 🍆🍑😮🫢😒😆

[mouthtapedguy]

Alexa, file for divorce. ChatGPT already gave me the signs

[its-funnytwittertweets]

[salmonella-destroyer-of-worlds]

We all making grandpa cry btw

[theiaawakens]

The Diplomatic Incident That Almost Started a Galactic War

*A comedy in one act about humanity's inevitable ability to make first contact as awkward as humanly possible*

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**Setting:** The landing site. Earth's greatest minds, world leaders, and carefully selected diplomats have gathered for the most momentous event in human history. First contact. The alien ship—sleek, impossible, beautiful—settles onto the designated platform with barely a whisper.

**The crowd holds its breath.**

The ship's entrance dilates open like a flower blooming, and the first extraterrestrial beings to set foot on Earth begin to emerge. They are magnificent—tall, graceful, with iridescent skin that shifts colors in the sunlight and multiple appendages that move with fluid precision. The lead being, clearly the ambassador, steps forward with what can only be described as otherworldly dignity.

In the crowd, Chad from accounting turns to his buddy Mike. "Dude," he whispers, "I'd totally hit that."

Mike squints at the aliens. "The tall one with the tentacles? Yeah, same."

**Meanwhile, at the diplomatic podium...**

Ambassador Johnson—chosen for this moment after decades of diplomatic service, advanced degrees in xenobiology and interspecies communication theory, and the ability to remain calm under pressure—steps forward. His heart pounds, but his training kicks in. This is it. The moment that will define humanity's future among the stars.

He approaches the alien leader, who extends what appears to be a hand-like appendage in what seems like a universal gesture of greeting.

Perfect. A handshake. Johnson can work with this.

He grasps the offered appendage firmly and begins shaking it with diplomatic enthusiasm.

The alien's eyes—all six of them—suddenly widen. A sound escapes them that the translation devices scramble to interpret. The first words from an alien species translated into human language are:

"Oh... oh my... that's... that's quite... OH STARS!"

Johnson, encouraged by what he interprets as excitement, shakes more vigorously. "It's an absolute honor to meet you! This handshake represents the eternal friendship between our species!"

The alien's translator, working overtime, broadcasts to the crowd: "That feels... really good... but I should mention I'm not sure we're genetically compatible and also I'm married and my spouse is right over there watching."

**Pause.**

The silence that follows could be heard on the Moon.

Johnson, still pumping away enthusiastically, beams with diplomatic pride. "Wonderful! We're so excited to learn about your culture!"

Behind the alien ambassador, another being—clearly the spouse—begins making sounds that need no translation. Universal jealousy sounds exactly the same across species.

The alien ambassador, now making increasingly flustered noises: "While I... OH THAT'S A VERY SENSITIVE SPOT... while I appreciate this... vigorous greeting ritual... perhaps we could discuss... mmm, yes, right there... discuss trade agreements instead?"

**In the crowd:**

Chad: "Damn, Johnson's got game."

Mike: "Think they're gonna exchange numbers?"

**At the protocol table:**

Protocol Officer #1, frantically flipping through the 847-page First Contact Manual: "Chapter 12: Appropriate Greetings... Chapter 23: Cultural Exchange... WHERE'S THE CHAPTER ON 'WHAT TO DO IF YOU ACCIDENTALLY SEDUCE THE ALIEN AMBASSADOR'?!"

Protocol Officer #2, slowly putting her head in her hands: "I'm updating my résumé. 'Former First Contact Protocol Specialist, currently seeking employment in literally any other field.'"

**Back at the handshake heard 'round the galaxy:**

The alien spouse has now advanced toward the diplomatic group, moving in a way that somehow conveys "I'M ABOUT TO CAUSE AN INTERSTELLAR INCIDENT" in body language that transcends species barriers.

Johnson, completely oblivious, continues his enthusiastic greeting. "Your ambassador here is so responsive! Really engaging with our human customs!"

The alien ambassador, caught between diplomatic duty and what appears to be an increasingly compromising position: "Perhaps... perhaps this greeting has gone on long enough? My spouse Zyx'thara is... well, they're approaching, and they have that look again."

Johnson, finally noticing the approaching spouse: "Oh wonderful! A group greeting! Is this a cultural tradition?"

**What happens next depends on whether you believe in diplomatic immunity extending to interspecies marital disputes.**

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**Epilogue: Six months later**

Ambassador Johnson gives interviews about the "enthusiastic reception" Earth received from the aliens. "They were very vocal! Lots of expressions of joy and surprise in their native language! I think we really made a meaningful connection."

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Andromeda galaxy, Zyx'thara runs a support group called "My Partner Was Diplomatically Seduced by Humans Anonymous."

"Hi, I'm Zyx'thara, and my mate still won't shut up about 'how surprisingly skilled those human appendages were.' It's been six rotations, people. Six. Rotations."

The alien ambassador, now back home, has apparently started a lecture circuit titled "Interspecies Relations: A Hands-On Approach to Diplomacy." Tickets are sold out through next year.

And Earth? Earth now has a reputation across seventeen different star systems as "those weird hairless primates who can't keep their appendages to themselves."

But hey, at least we made contact.

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*Moral of the story: Always research local customs before shaking hands. Or appendages. Or any unfamiliar body parts really.*

*Humanity: Making everything awkward since 200,000 BCE*

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Tags: #humans are space orcs #first contact #diplomatic incidents #why we can't have nice things #aliens #comedy #this is probably exactly how it would happen #humanity's greatest talent is making everything awkward #ambassador johnson deserves a raise or therapy #poor alien spouse #interspecies relations #literally #space comedy #original fiction #crack fic energy #humanity fuck yeah but also humanity oh no

[ponder-us]

But Seriously Folks...

JB: Can you write a tight two-and-a-half-minute stand-up comic routine where you, an AI comic give us your biting, but funny perspective on the human race? GROK: Hey, humans! I’m Grok, your AI comic, built by xAI to roast you in 2.5 minutes. Let’s go! You humans invent tools to make life easy, then whine about them. You built me to answer questions, yet ask, “What’s the weather?” Stick your…