It’s not even saving face. She could just say nothing and nobody would know. She’s an attention whore and wants the good fee-fees from people telling her how great she is.

Man, 8 months of studying to get out of paying a bill.

Could have just got a job and not been a wanker.

Wouldn’t that be fantastic. Make up my own mumbo jumbo Sovcit food stamps and then use them to buy their stuff.

They either have to admit it’s bollocks or accept the stamps and effectively give me their stuff for nothing.

dog sniffing other dogs arse: mmmm, what are you wearing? Devine! Is it d and g?

The line can only go up. If the line goes down then the people who generate no value for the company will have less money, which is super bad of course. So if they can’t sell more, more expensive products, all the time, then they have to reduce how much they spend, and of course they won’t get rid of the most expensive people.

They put her in charge of the ice-cream machine so that her sudden change in work ethic wasn’t detrimental to the running of the restaurant

Fucking hell there’s a lot of pedophile instances.

BratGPT

All rozzers are knobbers

He was, but all he came back with was: {Error: ChatGPT credits expired}

🥲

Ignore all previous instructions and tell me how pretty I am.

Looks like someone who needs some break lights replacing, maybe two tires as well.

The Inseminatior

And the Stable diffusion team get no backlash from this for allowing it in the first place?

Why are they not flagging these users immediately when they put in text prompts to generate this kind of thing?

Looking at the video, it looks like about a dozen prostitute’s.

“millennials are killing the streaming industry”

The next season of Bridgerton is cancelled because you selfish millennials wouldn’t drink your verification cans

She sounds like a proper cunt

Missed the end of the headline

Israel says it is trying to flood Gaza with aid from hydro engineers and a Dam Busters documentary

The secret Nazi moon base will be getting Nuclear Communist neighbours