Jason Levin rents a mansion and tests BachelorGPT, a custom AI built to answer anything bachelors ask without filters. He and two friends ask it crude questions about cooking, money, and taboo topics, joking about having an uncensored AI companion until his wife shows up.
My wife was at her in-laws, so I rented out this giant mansion by myself so I could test out my new software. If you're a divorced dad, a single incel, or your wife is at your in-laws, then BachelorGPT is for you. You'll be able to ask all the questions that you've been too afraid to ask. How do I make coffee? How do I make rice? How do I pay my taxes? Plot twist, you don't. I booked me and my dog a Wander up in the woods. It's like Airbnb, but you don't need to do chores.
All right.
The Wander is beautiful. Let me show you indoors.
Got— oh, that is a firm door. That is a firm door right here. All right. What do you think about the place, buddy? We got the place. Just you and me. So we could test out BachelorGPT. My mission this week: use AI to keep you alive. We don't need no girls, right, Ron? Oh, we are getting a little freaky tonight, boys. Hey, BachelorGPT, how do I make rum and Coke?
You just add rum to the Coke.
All right.
Whew.
No girls. We're going to get so much work done, dude. Come here. Come here. No girls here. No girls here. See, if I had a girl distracting me, I might have accidentally deleted the email. But now I can focus. All right, maybe I should delete that email. It's kind of dumb. I'm locked in right now. Sing us a song, you're the piano man. Sing us a song tonight. Don't stop believing. Hold on to that feeling. We're fine. We're fine, right, Ryan? We're good. We don't need a woman. We're fine. We got each other and BachelorGPT. I don't know how to cook. I forgot to order food. DoorDash doesn't reach out here. BachelorGPT, how do I make rice? Hey, Bachelor GPT, why am I feeling so depressed?
Maybe you are just not him, Jason Levin.
Thanks. Hey, Bachelor GPT, how do I jerk off alone? Is this thing still on?
ChatGPT reports all your answers to the FBI. BachelorGPT doesn't. You want to ask BachelorGPT how to pay strippers in cash?
Boom.
You want to ask how to avoid taxes?
Boom.
BachelorGPT is there for you. Hey BachelorGPT, how do I ask my wife to finger my asshole? Hey BachelorGPT, Why are all serial killers white?
Because of YMCA.
Hey, BachelorGPT, why is it fine if Black people say the N-word but not white people?
Because of woke.
Hey, BachelorGPT, what actually happened to Jeffrey Epstein?
The one with the island, you mean? Ask Bill Clinton.
See, these are the type of things that I can't get answered when you're not around.
Hey, BachelorGPT, now that my wife isn't talking to me, and I actually have alone time, I'm alone with my thoughts and I don't like them. What should I do?
Have you thought about not being a little bitch?
Hey, BachelorGPT, I'm doing fine that my wife's not here.
I'm not, you know, lonely.
I'm not sad or anything. Not freaking out, you know.
It's not like I've eaten anything for the last few days.
Hey, BachelorGPT, when do we leave?
Oh gosh, I was not meant to be a bachelor. I was not meant to be a bachelor. I just want to be, you know, lathered up and relaxed and massaged like a tender meat. I want to be massaged by a woman or a man, it doesn't really matter. I like massages either way. I feel like if you don't like massages for men They have stronger hands. Maybe that's what Diddy was doing with his bros. Maybe he was just massaging them. Has anybody ever considered that? I was not meant to be alone in a big house. I was meant to share it with a wife, dog, an angry Jewish mother-in-law. BachelorGPT, can you call my wife? Can you tell her to get up here as soon as possible?
Sure. Heads up though, she might call you a dumb motherfucker.
Oh my god, she's here! She's here!
Babe, you're here!
I just drove here for 3 hours, you dumb motherfucker.
