Elon’s moobs are even slightly bigger than this AI generated pic
this post was submitted on 18 Nov 2024
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And not quite as perky. His chest bump is essentially in the middle of his torso. Makes me think of the 1990s polygonal Lara Croft every time I see it.
Built like a milk bag cybertruck
WTF is that from, anyway? Bad liposuction and no exercise?
I've seen some folks say it could be a result of steroid abuse, and I didn't care enough to research whether it was true. If he did abuse steroids, his supremely shrunken raisins could help explain the cybertruck.
iirc thats what happens when you take sterioids but dont exercise
One can only hope it causes extremely torturous ailments for him in the near future
Joe Rogan advice?
On one hand, I always get a weird homophobic vibe from memes like this. On the other hand, it really seems like Trumpet is going to leave his wife for Elongaged Muskrat (no offense to muskrats intended) any time now.
I think it's appropriate specifically because musk is a transphobe himself.
Nightmare fuel. Imagine if someone used Ai to create porn of Cheeto and female Musk.
Don't you dare speak that into existence.
Too late. It's out there somewhere.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that what Rule 34 is all about?
It's an abomination unto Nuggan, that's what it is though.
Rules 34 is "if it exists, there's porn of it".
Rule 35 is the truly interesting one here though "if the porn doesn't exist, you are responsible for creating it"
Don't quite me exactly on those, I'm about 20 years out from my /b/ days.
I think it's just "/b/ will make it", but I'm far removed from that cesspit as well.
Imagine if it found its way into Musk's feed!
I would not be against this. I absolutely know how.
We can rebuild him. We have the technology...
Listen I've been on the Internet so long my fake pixel detecting detection system is finely honed.
..........No no fake pixels here.
The very beautiful and fertile Elonia
Surely he would appreciate this. As we all know, he cares deeply about fertility.
Those nudes I don't want to see
This better not awaken anything in me.
Too late
Elon has lost some weight.
And his Torso looks less like Krang/a Cybertruck than in real-life.
TIL my dick has standarts and that's the first thing it can't even comprehend.
Hey isn't that Sulu?
Oh, my!
It's on the Internet, it must be true
As real as anything will ever be.
Inevitable murder suicide. Even GPT agrees it isn't meant to last:
Title: Collision of Titans
In the glitzy ballroom of Mar-a-Lago, where the chandeliers glittered like gaudy reminders of excess, Donald Trump surveyed the room with his signature squint. Tonight was not about politics, not about deals or golf tournaments. Tonight, there was only one goal: a secret rendezvous with Elon Musk, the enigmatic man-child who made rocket ships and electric cars.
Elon entered, his face half-hidden behind a smirk and the glow of his phone. The room seemed to tilt as their eyes met. Elon walked toward Donald with the confident gait of someone who had named a child after an algebraic equation.
"Elon," Trump greeted him, voice laced with bravado and a hint of nervousness. "The smartest guy in the room—except for me, of course. But you already knew that."
Elon chuckled. "I admire your confidence, Donald. It's almost...engineered."
The two men sat at a secluded table, champagne flutes untouched as their conversation deepened. They spoke of the absurdity of regulations, the art of branding oneself as untouchable, and the existential question of colonizing Mars versus buying Greenland. Donald, not one to be outdone, leaned closer.
"Elon, you know, I’ve always thought of myself as the ultimate disruptor. Built towers, ran casinos, became President. But you…you’re taking us to the stars. What do you think about making Mars great again?"
Elon’s grin widened. "It’s already great, Donald. But imagine this: a red planet with golden skyscrapers, emblazoned with your name."
Trump sat back, basking in the image. "Incredible. Mars. TRUMP. People would love it—huge ratings."
As the night wore on, their banter turned into something softer, almost conspiratorial. They shared dreams—Donald’s of eternal legacy, Elon’s of transcending the petty squabbles of Earth. It was during a discussion about the aesthetics of space suits that Elon’s hand brushed against Donald’s. Both froze. The tension in the air was thicker than Trump’s hairspray.
"Donald," Elon said, voice uncharacteristically hesitant, "sometimes I wonder…are we the only ones who truly understand what it means to defy the limits?"
Trump, uncharacteristically subdued, looked into Elon’s eyes. "Maybe we’re not so different, you and I. Two icons. Visionaries."
In that moment, the universe seemed to hold its breath. They leaned in, their egos colliding like binary stars. The kiss was brief, electric, and utterly scandalous. The kind of event tabloids would die for but could never quite prove.
The affair continued in secrecy, their meetings taking place in clandestine locations: the launch pad of SpaceX, the gilded halls of Trump Tower, even the Oval Office once, under the guise of a "policy discussion." They exchanged gifts—Donald gave Elon a custom gold-plated Tesla, while Elon sent Donald a flamethrower inscribed with the phrase, "Sometimes you have to burn it all to rebuild."
But as with all things, their passion burned too brightly to last. Their egos, massive and unyielding, clashed in the ultimate disagreement over whether Mars should have golf courses or Tesla charging stations. The breakup was as dramatic as their union, with Elon tweeting cryptic digs about “antiquated methods” and Donald firing back with a Truth Social rant about “weird billionaire geniuses who don’t appreciate true leadership.”
In the end, they returned to their respective empires, forever changed by the brief, improbable love affair that united two of the most improbable men on Earth. And though they would never speak of it again, the cosmos—vast, mysterious, and absurd—would always remember.
Bravo, Bellissimo!
Looks legit
The Antichrist is coming.
Disgusting as it is, I hope not
