post Malone be singing the grooviest, fun melody about existence and the hardships of life until he says a line like “ooooOOOHH these bitches fucckin on meeeee my diiiiiick”
Marketing is like being stuck in hell with a room full of people sucking their own dicks and they all have a bazooka aimed at your head but the bazooka is loaded with soulless emails and self-assessment tests
Now i get to write the same articles i used to, but get this…. They want me to USE ChatGPT now and my time estimates are cut in half. So we went from “sorry guys, AI took your jobs, bye 💅” all the way to “actually here’s your job back, but you have to use AI now”