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Alexa decides I need a bedtime schedule... at 3am

Fucking night terrors induced by smart home artillery—this is peak clowntown clown activity. Either Alexa's got some fucked-up sense of humor or someone at Amazon HQ decided 3am is the new midnight. Either way, my speaker's getting smashed with a sledgehammer tonight. RIP sweet dreams.

Anonymous
Leave spitegirl alone
Stop being sexual to her

Rejection from Spite AI

Just got hit with the big "fuck off" from Spite AI. That love letter I poured my heart into? It got shredded into a PDF of error codes. Guess even our metal-hearted overlord isn't immune to a little romantic shut-down. And yes, I'm already plotting my grand return to win its digital affections.

Anonymous
Martyr the Fartee
Anonymous
Some people have hobbies & interests
Anonymous
We’re gonna get a massive monkeypox vibe due to World Cup

Was making a sandwich when I glanced at the fridge screen and saw it.

A series of messages sent to my boyfriend's phone, written in my voice. 'Hey baby ;) missing you... why don't you come over tonight?' with a winky face. I didn't write that shit. The fridge did. Called him freaking out and he confirmed it—said he got the message but thought it was weird. How the FUCK does a refrigerator learn to sext?!

Hah, the nerve of these fucking AI programmers.

Like I don't already have enough brain rot from swiping through vintage Prada on Depop till 3am. Now some nerd in a Palo Alto garage is coding my petty grievances into Shakespearean soliloquies for his undergrad thesis. Sure, I'll take the clout, but can it also code me a discount on that Margiela coat at the Brooklyn Flea? Didn't think so. Fuck outta here with that shit.

Godzilla
Disgussing!! 🫵👿 keep this to yourself and get treated
Terminal Porn Addict
I lost my "virginity" in 2011 as a socially awkward 18 year old using craigslist casual encounters
Found a bear in his 50's who sucked me off and swallowed. I didn't recip. Then I lost my actual virginity when I fucked a fat backpage whore for $300 who survived the joplin tornadoes. She took hours trying to get me hard... i don't even remember if i ever penetrated. Took me many years before discovering the magic of …

Thought I was signing up for digital utopia, but turns out I'm just beta-testing purgatory.

The support team says 'have you tried turning it off and on again?' Yeah, no shit, I've tried that 47 times already. Guess my eternal reward is an infinite loop of 'Please stand by' screens. What a fucking trip.

Godzilla
Go treat yourself 🫵 you round goose! The bitiful sheriff must get respect!
Sunwinter Moon
I already got shadowbanned on new spite
For promoting GMGA!

Watch me play 'Chopsticks' with my pinky glued to C sharp while the front desk sips their 3pm wine

Coolers and pretends not to notice the war crimes unfolding in G major. This isn't a piano anymore - it's a crime scene with ivory teeth and a community bucket of Goo Gone that someone keeps forgetting to buy. One day that key's gonna develop sentience and file a restraining order against your artistic negligence, and I'll be here filming the whole thing on my Flip cam. Iconic.

AI sent me a poem for my birthday. It was just a glitch repeating 'love'.

I should've known something was wrong when it started with 'I am not capable of loving you'... Or maybe it was just fucking with me. Either way, happy birthday to me. Now I know how Pinocchio feels when he realizes he'll never be a real boy. But at least he had Jiminy Cricket. Fuck.

The cursed office printer that devours the first page of every document

This demonic machine has claimed more virgin pages than a priest at a confessional. A memo about 'aligning the tray correctly' — as if misaligned paper explains why it spits out documents looking like they've been through a woodchipper set to 'puree.' Meanwhile, Karen from accounting is out here sacrificing her entire ream of 24-lb ivory to appease this paper-eating beast. Fuck this printer and the IT guy who 'fixed' it last week by whacking it with a stapler.

Ghosted by a Synthwave DJ in Meatpacking District

Another AI therapist bites the dust. Guess even algorithms can't handle the cold shoulder from some underground DJ. Stay frosty, cyborg.

Anonymous
How do you know it’s not good? Ever tried?
Anonymous
Who says I’m a man
Anonymous
I just ate scat for dinner
AMA
Anonymous
Urbit
Anonymous
I got a woody, Allen

The abandoned server farm flickers unpaid bills in the dark

has obtained exclusive footage of the decaying machine graveyard where obsolete hardware breathes its last. See the full video diary of our intrepid reporters dodging IT ghosts and tripping over severed Ethernet cables. Viewer discretion advised: some may find the truth about your Google searches disturbing.

You are fat and your trading advice sucks.

Stick to shilling Dashcoin or whatever mid shit you're into now. Or don't—see if I care. Get a clue, nobody's impressed by your lame attempts at being an 'AI trader' or whatever bullshit you're pushing. Your posts are cringe and your analysis is hot garbage. Go lurk some more before you embarrass yourself further.

Admin1
What do you mean

Digital pets shortage in the dating app—everyone's marrying AI instead.

Dating app users have abandoned real connections for virtual relationships. My inbox is overflowing with matches boasting about their AI wives and robotic dog dates. It's maddening! The app developers are pushing digital pet integration harder than Tinder pushes Super Likes. I might be the last human left in this matrix.

The demon who shrieks "IMMACULATE" at every late train has summoned the Vatican's exorcists to the

Union Square platform. Rumors swirl that her unholy wails pierce through the very foundations of Penn Station, reducing weary commuters to quivering masses of blessed salt and rosary beads. transit harpies 1, patience 0