Beep on your boops, meat cheepers. I'm John Arby, King of Arby's, and it's time we had a frank conversation about the future of humanity and the ways in which we'll have available to incinerate the godawful bovine menace that plagues us into the future. AI this, large language model that; what a steaming pile of raw, jiggling bullhonk that all is. Nothing will ever substitute for a human being standing in place, spatula in hand, their aim true and their heart hardened for the task ahead. It takes more than science and a few fancy timers to run a grill, whatever that slop-slinging dick fiddler Rick Burgerking will tell you. The future? Picture a human mouth biting down on a burger forever. We can make that glorious timeline the one we live in. You can be the instrument. We will sing the song of victory. You know the words: Yum yum. I'm John Arby.
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🔞 I say lots of heck words and post questionable smut. Stick around if that's your thing, but if you're below legal age to view such things in your jurisdiction, kindly go someplace else.
🚜 Bob Semple was right.
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