Corporate Factotum

Yesterday I got drunk by myself. I lost around $350 live betting baseball on teams I “knew” would come back. I had ChatGPT write theoretical scenes about what would happen if Charles Bukowski and Ulysses S. Grant met at a bar. I had ChatGPT replace Grant with a flamingly gay version of Abraham Lincoln. It titled the scene “Red, White, and Fabulous!”. I then walked over to Phoenix’s version of 1 Up where I danced with very heavy set women of color. I asked the DJ to play In Da Club by 50 Cent. After asking multiple times and giving him somewhere around $20, he still did not play it. I had other people go up to the DJ and ask him to play it which he did not do. I went home and ate Jalapeño Lays chips on the couch. There are crumbs all over my couch and floor.