Vibe Gambling: When Prompt Engineering Meets Casino Logic

Look at this absolute masterpiece of error handling. When things go wrong, just ask OpenAI to fix it and eval() whatever it returns. Because nothing says "I trust the process" like blindly executing code from an AI in production. The cherry on top? Generating random passwords for users who probably wanted to use their own. Security through confusion - it's the new standard.

The ultimate programmer's Uno reverse card. Asking ChatGPT not to copy code is like asking a chef not to use recipes. The brutal truth is none of us write truly "original" code anymore—we're all just remixing Stack Overflow answers with varying degrees of confidence. At least AI is honest about its plagiarism.

Google AI's first TypeScript best practice: "Avoid any types." The irony is thicker than a mechanical keyboard. It's like buying a Ferrari and being advised not to use the gas pedal. Somewhere, a TypeScript developer is staring at this and questioning their entire career path.

Every developer's relationship with Copilot in two frames. First you're all polite about it, nodding along like "ah yes, very innovative, love what you've done with the place." Then reality kicks in and you're frantically googling how to turn off the AI that keeps autocompleting your variable names into Shakespearean sonnets. It's like having an overly enthusiastic intern who won't stop suggesting "improvements" to your perfectly functional code. Sure, it can write a binary search tree, but can it stop interrupting me every three seconds? Didn't think so.

When your boss says "we need to implement machine learning" but all you really need is a simple if-statement. The eternal struggle of devs everywhere - getting asked to use a sledgehammer when a regular hammer would do just fine. The math behind ML is the unsexy reality nobody wants to talk about at standup.

Finding someone's Instagram? Cute, wholesome, maybe a little flirty. Finding someone's ChatGPT? That's like discovering their browser history, therapy sessions, and shower thoughts all rolled into one horrifying package. Your ChatGPT history is where you asked "how to center a div" for the 47th time, debugged code at 2 AM with increasingly desperate prompts, and maybe even asked it to explain Kubernetes like you're five (three times). It's the digital equivalent of someone reading your diary, except your diary is filled with half-baked algorithms, existential questions about async/await, and that one time you asked it to write a breakup text in Python comments. The sheer panic on that face is justified. Some things were meant to stay between you and your AI overlord.