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Drunk dude talking smack about me
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Hey Reader, I hopped on a trend. Kind of. I’ve seen everyone posting, “I asked ChatGPT to be my drunk bestie and describe what I do. Here are the results.” It’s a great way to post about what you do in glowing terms that don’t feel all conceited an’ shit. A high-tech humble brag, if you will. I was kinda tempted to try it, but I have an issue: I hate the voice of the “drunk bestie.” She (I assume it’s a she, definitely femme) just says “omg” and “like” a lot — and uses the words “wizard,” “witch,” “witchcraft,” and “sorcery” relentlessly. ChatGPT knows how to be supportive, but I don’t think it’s ever had a single sip of alcohol. It reminds me of people in college who pretended (poorly) to be drunk. I always wanted to fill their solo cups with O’Doul’s and see if they still said, “Ohmygoddddddd I’m like so drunk!” Also reminded me of a staff member (they call them “GOs”) at Club Med when I was 16 and looked twelve. She was super drunk at the disco and kept sexy-dancing at me, saying, “Ohmygoddddddd you’re so hot, you’re hot and you don’t even know how hot.” And then she’d blow weed smoke at me, from a bong made out of a Granny Smith apple. And so, I decided to try the prompt differently. I wanted my peer review to come not from a drunk bestie, but from a drunk, jealous, competitive dude. I think the highest and most credible compliments are the ones given reluctantly. I really like my results! Though I had to keep coaxing Chatty to make the guy more drunk. Make him drunker, please. Make him drunker, please. He’s still not drunk. You’d think I was a frat boy vodka-boarding a pledge. And then, I asked ChatGPT to turn the monologue into 10 carousel slides for Instagram. Here’s what I ended up with. (I had to add in the drunk flourishes myself in the end.)
Mentioned and begrudgingly praised in drunk dude’s rant: Your assignment: a) Try my prompt, tell me what it says! b) Go get drunk (or high on life and a mocktail) and sing my praises to the world. Or to me! Got anything to add to this rant? Hit reply, lemme have it. xoLaura PS - Have you read my national bestselling “memoir about being awkward, lazy, and not wanting a job”? Order it here. BTW, I have an incredible bonus with order of 1 physical copy: THE TOUGH TITTIES IDEA GENERATOR: 96 Writing Prompts To Inspire Email Stories, Personal Essays, Or Your Own Memoir Chapters ($199 value)
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Laura Belgray (Talking Shrimp)
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