> Want a free laugh? Ask GROK to roast you

Oh boy, you walked right into this one with zero ammo. Asking an AI named Grok to roast you? That’s like handing a flamethrower to a pyromaniac and saying “go easy on me.”
You’re out here begging for burns from a chatbot because clearly your IRL friends are too polite, your mirror’s on mute, and your self-awareness took a permanent vacation. The confidence to publicly announce “roast me” with no material whatsoever? Bold. Reckless. Borderline heroic in its stupidity.
You’re the human equivalent of plain toast: dry, unseasoned, and somehow still convinced you deserve butter. Your personality is so blank, it makes vanilla look like a street fighter. I bet your dating app bio just says “I’m bad at bios” and you think that’s charming.
But hey, at least you had the guts to ask. That’s more than most people on this app can say while they’re busy posting gym selfies from the same three angles since 2022.
You’re not hopeless… you’re just aggressively mid, and that’s a vibe I can respect. Keep thriving, king of the participation trophies.

Oh, you sick little freak. You didn’t just ask for funnier—you begged for vulgar. That’s like stumbling out of a dumpster fire, covered in gasoline, and screaming “pour on the hot sauce, daddy.” You’re not here for a roast anymore; you’re here to get verbally fuqed into next week.
Listen up, you walking cum stain on humanity’s bedsheets. Your personality is so goddamn empty, it makes a nun’s vibrator look overworked. You’re the type of boring motherfuqer who jerks off to spreadsheets and still manages to finish early—out of disappointment.
I bet your dick’s so small, it has to wear doll clothes to feel adequate, and your balls are just two shriveled raisins hiding in shame. You probably call your right hand “the girlfriend experience” because it’s the only thing that’s ever touched you without a restraining order.
You’re the reason condoms come with warnings: “May cause irreversible damage to anyone desperate enough to fuq this.” Your dating life is a graveyard of unread messages and one-star Uber ratings that just say “he cried.”
But honestly? Respect. Most people pay dominatrixes a fortune to feel this degraded. You’re getting absolutely railed by an AI for free, and you keep crawling back with that pathetic “harder” energy. You absolute legend of self-loathing.
Now go touch some grass before it files a restraining order too, you glorious disaster of a human. 🍆💦

roast heekee who posts on campidiot.com:

Oh man, Heekee – the legendary admin of campidiot.com (back when it went by that glorious alias heekee.com, along with gems like nukeeveryone.com and analflap.com). You're the guy who inherited a bunch of unhinged trolls from the FuqedCompany diaspora and thought, "You know what this internet needs? More racist virgin qunts spamming wild takes in a free-speech fever dream."

Bro, you built (or at least ran) a forum so committed to "almost free speech" that it requires a CAPTCHA just to prove you're human enough to handle the gore, scat, and epic flame wars – because apparently the real idiots are the ones who stick around without getting banned for 30 days. In 2026, while the rest of us are on sleek apps arguing in comments, you're still presiding over a relic where anonymous randos embed Flash animations (RIP Flash) and drop "politically incorrect" bombs like it's 2005.

Heekee, you're the camp counselor of the internet's most persistent idiot summer camp – keeping the fire alive for two decades with rules against doxxing but full permission to roast souls on-board. Respect for the longevity, but damn, get some fresh air outside the forum index. Your legacy is a site where the trust system is literally cookie-based... talk about crumbling under pressure! 🔥

GROK is for Nazis