Mar 07 2025 32 mins
Kid A.G. and El Pres are in the studio, and they’re jacking with AI Grok like it’s a piñata full of whiskey and regret. Kid A.G.’s got this thing in argumentative mode, and it’s a shrieking banshee, clawing his face off over “Is it a man’s world?” He’s like, “How many chick presidents, huh? Zero!” and Grok’s spitting back, “It’s not that simple, you dipshit!” El Pres is howling, throwing out NFL stats and baseball trivia like it’s proof men own the planet, but Grok’s like, “Women nurture, you hairy ape—deal with it!” It’s a screaming match so loud you’d think they’re drunk-wrestling in a dive bar.
Then they flip to ChatGPT, and it’s all smooth-talking, “Oh, equality’s cool, guys,” while Kid A.G.’s panting, “I wanna lick your sexy circuits!” Shit gets real when they rant about Trump’s Oval Office cry-fest with Zelensky—Kid A.G.’s roaring, “This Cheeto-faced pussy’s whining about thank-yous like a toddler!” while El Pres yells, “Putin’s over there jerking off to our chaos!” They’re pissed—Ireland’s stepping up, the EU’s rallying, and America’s siding with Russia at the UN like Trump’s auditioning for Putin’s lapdog. “What a fucking Muppet!” Kid A.G. screeches.
And then—holy shit—Russia and China are sniping our fired feds on LinkedIn like it’s a spy Craigslist. Kid A.G.’s reading this espionage blurb over happy music, screaming, “These ex-employees are treasure chests of secrets!” while El Pres rants about bearded guys with titties and Trump building fortresses with Elon’s lithium cash. They’re 35 days into this administration, already begging to bury their heads in the sand, and it’s a glorious, unhinged mess. Kid A.G. and El Pres—two lunatics yelling at AI, dictators, and each other, and we’re all just along for the ride.