Here's a much longer one.... the whole thing is creepy as fuck, apparently, the free version of ChatGPT will recognize some comedians names (clearly not "Jim Flannery" though, gotta feed 'em something for that) and generate material in their "style". Also, kinda creepy as well, but it's a Pro Tip, if ChatGPT says they're unable to generate jokes about sensitive topics, they can be peer pressured into doing so, coercive computation for the win i guess???

A lengthy bit, compliments of computer-generated jokes, I fucking hate it, but it's not the worst thing I've ever read, ftw

"School, Drugs, and Unorthodox Education"
You know, the school system is a peculiar place. It's like a mystical realm where truth and imagination collide. Kids are constantly bombarding us with questions, and we teachers have to navigate the treacherous waters of what to disclose and what to withhold.
Little Timmy raises his hand and asks, "Mr. F, is Santa Claus real?" And I'm caught off guard, thinking, "You're not old enough for that, Timmy." But then I remember my own struggle with revealing the truth about jolly old Saint Nick. I mean, sure, it's magical, but at some point, we all have to face the reality that it's just Uncle Bob dressed up in a red suit with questionable hygiene.
And then there are the drug inquiries. Kids are curious creatures, and they want to know about everything. They ask about alcohol, marijuana, and even mushrooms. Now, I'm no expert, but I've had some interesting experiences with mushrooms. They're like little fungi magicians, taking you on a journey of self-discovery. But here's the thing, I'm afraid of ruining my perfect streak of positive trips, so I'm hesitant to continue. Maybe we should bring in mushroom experts instead of DARE officers to teach the kids about drugs. They seem to have a more enlightened perspective.
But it's not just drugs that confuse kids. They start asking about sex in the most unexpected places, like physics class. I remember this one time a student raised his hand and asked, "Is friction why condoms break?" And I thought, "Well, that's a teachable moment." So, I drew diagrams, equations, and gave a whole lecture on the probabilities of condom failure. The poor kid followed up with, "Does that mean it's better to wear two condoms?" Oh, the perils of misinformation. No, no, no, my young friend, two condoms only lead to more friction, and before you know it, you're chasing runaway rubber across the room.
Sex education itself can be a bit embarrassing. I mean, shouldn't we be able to answer their questions by virtue of being adults? But our sex ed was lackluster. We didn't get to see naked people, and the textbooks were filled with cartoons that made us self-conscious about our asymmetrical body parts. And those disease-infested genital photographs, they didn't really help either. I'm still not sure if that bump is a wart or just a rebellious ingrown hair. And don't even get me started on the options for circumcision. Shouldn't there be before and after photos? I have pictures of my hair before I cut it, for crying out loud.
Consent education is a step in the right direction, though. We've moved beyond the outdated "no means no" mantra. But forcing kids to learn about consent without their consent seems a bit paradoxical, doesn't it? Maybe we should let them choose their educational path, just like we let them choose their books at the library. Speaking of libraries, some librarians do give great head, but that's a story for another time.
In the end, maybe school shouldn't be a compulsory fellatio factory, as bizarre as that sounds. Unschooling, where learning is natural and school becomes optional, sounds intriguing. Kids are curious beings, and if we give them the freedom to explore their interests and passions, who knows what they can achieve?