So, “Hacked” in this case means asked Grok where they could buy a “Female Body Inspector” tshirt and Grok coughed up the personal details of everything FBI?

Actually, “fuck them kids” seems to be the answer to why they do most things these days.

Y’all remember the good ole days when all we had to deal with was the constant terror of some deranged lunatic starting a nuclear war and killing us all?

I literally refuse to look at our bank balance. The moment I look and think “oh, that’s better than I expected” then the AC dies, or our roof starts leaking and needs replacement, or some other bullshit happens to consume every last penny we have.