People in the 80’s: Some day an AI will take over the world.
People today: YO CHAT GPT, Write a song about hamsters robbing a bank!
People in the 80’s: Some day an AI will take over the world.
People today: YO CHAT GPT, Write a song about hamsters robbing a bank!
If it smells like poop everywhere you go, check under your own shoe.
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Wow that’s a big bouncing animal! Kind of reminds me of-
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Now I’m picturing penguins having nonstop business meetings about fish and vendor relations in Antarctica.
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GPT4, Write a poem about a ball sack that has a mysterious seam on it.
In realms of flesh where mysteries dwell, A ball sack’s tale I’m here to tell, Its surface smooth, yet a seam concealed, A riddle of secrets, soon revealed.
Beneath the skin, a journey untold, Where life’s enigma begins to unfold, A hidden seam, like a whispered song, Invisible threads, where wonders belong.
A vessel of life, in delicate guise, Holds the promise of love in its size, Yet, a seam’s mystery, a cryptic design, In the dance of existence, it intertwines.
Perhaps it’s a mark of life’s creation, A symbol of nature’s artful foundation, Or a reminder that within us, seams run deep, Where mysteries and stories eternally keep.
So, let us ponder this ball sack’s grace, With its hidden seam, a mystical trace, In the human tapestry, where secrets gleam, A testament to life, like a waking dream.
I think it’s between 1 and 15, depending on factors like how tired, or if his horse girlfriend broke up with him for that dumb old stud.
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There are some technologies that should remain forbidden…for the safety of all.
We’re a collaboration first company, and that’s why the “Bees in my desk!” policy works for us. Nothing brings us closer than the sudden release of bees at our corporate headquarters. Some of you will feel some resistance to the idea, but an anonymous poll overwhelmingly approved of it. We look forward to a sudden swarm at our next mandatory town hall meeting.
(Verse 1) In the underground, where the tunnels run deep, There’s a crew of hamsters, they don’t get no sleep. With their tiny masks and their paws so sly, They’re plottin’ a heist, gonna reach for the sky.
(Chorus) Hamster heist, in the dead of the night, They’re rollin’ on wheels, gonna steal out of sight. Little furball bandits, ain’t no one suspect, In this phonk song, their caper’s perfect.
(Verse 2) They scoped out the bank, made a plan so cool, Hamster in the getaway car, he’s the wheelman, no fool. The vault’s their target, full of sunflower seeds, These rodents mean business, fulfillin’ their needs.
(Chorus) Hamster heist, in the dead of the night, They’re rollin’ on wheels, gonna steal out of sight. Little furball bandits, ain’t no one suspect, In this phonk song, their caper’s perfect.
(Bridge) They scurry and scamper, through vents they’ll explore, In the dark of the bank, they’re gonna score. With their pockets full of loot, they’ll make their escape, These hamster outlaws, there’s no time to wait.
(Verse 3) But the bank’s alarm starts to ring out so loud, And the security guards, they’re joinin’ the crowd. The hamsters keep movin’, they won’t back down, They’ve come too far now, they’ll own this town.
(Chorus) Hamster heist, in the dead of the night, They’re rollin’ on wheels, gonna steal out of sight. Little furball bandits, ain’t no one suspect, In this phonk song, their caper’s perfect.
(Outro) In the end, they made it away with the dough, Through tunnels and alleys, they continue to go. Those hamster bandits, the legends they’ll be, In the annals of rodent crime history.