My youth group got ChatGPT to make a “Love Island” season with the people on the bus. It was fucking hilarious, but for some reason I was the designated slut. Accurate? Yes. Hurtful? Kinda
Also, about my Creek story, I totally forgot where I was going with the next chapter and accidentally wrote an entire half of it before realizing it was wrong soooooooo that’s why it’s taking so long—
“I am so confident in my heterosexuality, that I can like men.” -my friend
“THERE ARE ONLY TWO GENDERS! MALE, and MEN.” -the same friend, later that week.