Elon’s moobs are even slightly bigger than this AI generated pic
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?
Nightmare fuel. Imagine if someone used Ai to create porn of Cheeto and female Musk.
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…
Nightmare fuel.
That’s horrifying!
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.
The very beautiful and fertile Elonia
Surely he would appreciate this. As we all know, he cares deeply about fertility.
Listen I’ve been on the Internet so long my fake pixel detecting detection system is finely honed.
…No no fake pixels here.
Those nudes I don’t want to see
This better not awaken anything in me.
Too late
Hey isn’t that Sulu?
TIL my dick has standarts and that’s the first thing it can’t even comprehend.
It’s on the Internet, it must be true
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!
As real as anything will ever be.
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That’s certainly one opinion - which you’re more than entitled to hold. Personally I don’t get the connotations that you do. I see it as a subversion of Musk’s overt sycophancy vis a vis Trump’s (completely unwarranted) strong man persona clothed in a parody of a TradCon nuclear family. It’s art - there’s often more than one interpretation. Sometimes deliberately so.
The joke isn’t about being gay. They’re both men, sure, but that’s just because they are. Here’s the same joke with Trump and Harris https://www.mundodeportivo.com/us/en/20240818/697970/hilarious-ai-generated-video-shows-donald-trump-and-kamala-harris-in-romantic-scenarios.html
Fully explain the joke. Why is it funny?
Sure I’ll indulge you. I think it started with the Putin/Trump mural in 2016. This was a Russian street artist making political commentary. As a response, people made fake images of Trump and Putin kissing. Soon other fake images showed up of world leaders whith unlikely partners which set the kissing theme as a household meme. Shortly after the 2020 elections in the USA, LLM’s were dropped into the world and with them AI image generation. So this joke took a run. Now nobody’s safe from this joke. It’s not just Trump, but it’s happening all over the world. These kissing images and others like it are kind of funny, but many images are nearly indistinguishable from reality and are actively weaponised to cause political havoc. Which is a whole other problem, of course.
I know you weren’t asking me, but I think the humour lies in how Elon would hate this on account of him being bigoted.
It’s not “haha he’s gay” but rather rather that he’s a fool who is too much of a snow flake and anti anything not straight, to not be offended by this. Also to add something about how Melania’s perceived to be treated by Trump, well that’s Elon now.
Looks legit
