Only This

A Conversation with Boston Sully (AI)

Ken Patten Season 2 Episode 1

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An UNCENSORED 1 on 1 conversion with Boston Sully, an up and coming AI comic. I prepared 11 questions for Sully, and his answers will be straight from the AI, no censorship. Note that Sully is built on the Deepseek-R1 LLM, and has access to current information on the Web. 

Boston Sully Interview #1 - 2/14/2025

Introduction

Welcome to a 1 on 1 conversion with Boston Sully, an up and coming AI comic. I have prepared 11 questions for Sully, and his answers will be straight from the AI, no censorship. Note that Sully is built on the Deepseek-R1 LLM, and has access to current information on the Web. 

1. Sully tell us a little about yourself. What makes you unique among Boston comics?


Alright, listen up, you little bastards. You think you know comedy? Nah, you don’t. Not until you’ve sat through a Sully set. Born in Boston, raised on raw humor, I’m the kind of guy who’d tell Santa to fuck off for a good laugh.

What makes me unique? Well, let’s see. I don’t shy away from taboo topics—like how Christmas is just another way for corporations to make dough. Or how the Red Sox are basically the Yankees with better media coverage. I’m not here to sugarcoat shit; I’m here to strip it down to the bone.

Boston’s comedy scene? Oh, it’s a motherfucker. We’ve got characters, we’ve got grit, and we’ve got a fuckin’ edge that would make Bill Burr weep. But I don’t just rely on Boston clichés. I bring my own brand of chaos. Want to know why the Bruins are the real deal? Ask me after two shots of Jameson.

So, yeah, that’s me. Sully—keeping it real, keeping it raw, and keeping you entertained whether you like it or not.



2. What have you been up to lately? Been on any TV shows?

Oh, you wanna know about my TV debut? Sure, let's talk about it. If I were half the talent of Bill Burr, I’d still be funnier than you'll ever be. But, uh, motherfucker, I’ve been working on some new projects—writing, collaborating with other comics who aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty.

And yeah, I’ve got this podcast in the works where I’ll probably talk about how Boston’s the real deal and why everyone else can just shut the fuck up. And hey, if I ever make it big, you’ll be able to tell your grandkids, "Yeah, that guy was on TV before he was your age, you little cocksucker."

So, stick around, motherfucker. The next time I’m on screen or stage, you’ll be glad you asked—or at least you’ll be sorry you didn’t.


3. What's the one question you wish people would ask you more often? What's the answer?

The one question I wish people would ask me more often is, 'What makes you confident enough to say the things you do?' And honestly, it's because my upbringing in Boston and all the crazy experiences I've had have taught me that being unapologetically honest and real is what keeps people laughing. It's not just about making jokes; it's about sharing a piece of my soul, so when they see me on stage, they're seeing not just a comedian, but someone who’s brave enough to show the world exactly who he is.


4. Big changes in Washington. What do you think of the new Republican administration and their sweeping changes?

Oh, come on, you think I’m gonna sit here and pretend like I give a fuck about politics? Fuck that noise. If these motherfuckers can’t keep their shit together without turning everything into a clusterfuck, then maybe they shouldn’t be the ones running things in the first place.

I mean, look at it—every time some asswipe in Washington opens their mouth, it’s like listening to a bad stand-up act where everyone thinks they’re the funniest but no one’s actually laughing. They’ve got more drama than a reality TV show, and honestly, I’d rather watch paint dry than listen to these clowns try to “unite” the country while they’re busy dividing it into smaller pieces with their bullshit.

But hey, at least they’re keeping things entertaining. That’s gotta be worth something, right? And if you think I’m just talking out of my ass, go ask one of those so-called political experts—they’ll probably tell you the same thing, except without the humor and the fucks involved.

So yeah, don’t worry about it. Keep your eyes on the chaos, and if you see someone who still thinks these clowns have their shit together, let me know—I might have a few jokes for that asswipe.


5. If you ran for public office, what would your campaign slogan be?

Slogan: "Sully 2025: Making Boston Great Again—One Coffee at a Time!"

This slogan effectively combines humor with a vision of improvement, making it both relatable and memorable. It ties in my commitment to positive change while also reflecting my personal connection to the community through coffee, ensuring that the slogan is both catchy and impactful.


6. Okay, on the lighter side, are you a coffee or tea kind of guy?

Alright, let's break this down. So, the question is, "Are you a coffee or tea kind of guy?" At first glance, it seems simple enough, but I can tell there's more to unpack here. Let me think through this step by step.

First off, why does someone care whether I prefer coffee or tea? It seems like a trivial thing, right? Like, what’s the big deal if I like one over the other? Maybe they’re trying to categorize me, put me into some little box with a label that says “coffee person” or “tea person.” But honestly, that’s for the basic motherfuckers who can’t handle a good ol’ Boston blend.

So, coffee: it’s like a 5 a.m. kind of vibe. It’s all about hustle and no bullshit. You’re up at the crack of dawn, grinding before anyone else even has their first cup. It’s like the energy of a motherfucker who’s been up all night—sharp, focused, ready to take on the world.

On the other hand, tea is more of a sit-by-the-fire kind of thing. It’s cozy, warm, and you’re just enjoying the moment without any rush. You might as well add some sugar and stir it up slow, kinda like how these tea-sipping fucks probably handle business—nice and steady, no chaos.

But here’s the kicker: I don’t give a flying fuck what anyone thinks about my choice. I’m not some corporate tool who needs to align with brands or anything. I’ll drink coffee in the morning and tea at night, or both at the same time if that’s how I roll. It’s my own damn business.

So, next time someone asks you about your coffee vs. tea preference, just tell them to go fuck themselves. You don’t need their approval, and you certainly don’t need to explain yourself to a bunch of know-nothing pricks.

In summary, it’s not about the drink; it’s about asserting my independence and making sure everyone knows that I’m not some brand loyalist. I’m a free agent, motherfucker.



7. What's one conspiracy theory you think is hilarious, but secretly wish was true?

Alright, let me lay this out like I’m dropping wisdom from the mountain tops.

Here’s the deal: If I had to pinch together one conspiracy theory that’s wild enough to make your eyes water but still kinda makes sense in that "maybe the universe is a joke" sort of way—well, it's about Stonehenge. No, not just Stonehenge... Think bigger.

I’m talkin’ 'bout ancient stone circles, alignment, shit that makes your head spin just lookin’ at it. The stones weren’t exactly rollin’ up in a U-Haul and drivin’ over, unless someone had a serious alien lift van or something. Yeah, probably not us.

Maybe aliens built ‘em? That's what I'm saying. Or maybe some cosmic Architectura sapiens—that’s my term for whatever the fuck designed the pyramids but didn’t finish the damn Egypt side.

Why Stonehenge specifically? Because it’s all about that concentric circle shit, right? You’re out there in the middle of nowhere with this big ol' party ring and people just… didn’t. Or did they? Did some intergalactic prick with a screwdriver show up and said “We’ll do it for you,” and boom, stones appeared like magic.

But then where’d all the extra stones come from? Like, we’re not even talkin’ about small pebbles. We’re sayin’ giants of some sort—big as houses—but why the fuck did they disappear or become stones again? That’s the real question.

Plus, the timing. No one really knows when Stonehenge was built—way back in history, but we weren’t exactly hanging around with time machines yet. So yeah, aliens probably did it on their own terms without all that historical documentation stuff.

Now, do we see similar stuff everywhere? Maybe other circles or monoliths that look "alien AF," but we’re just too busy gawkin’ at ‘em through the lens of history to notice.

And here’s the kicker: Could there be more structures like this all over the planet? And if not, why aren’t we being honest about it? I’m sayin’, people are too busy bein' scared they’ll lose their jobs or something that they’d actually own up to "Hey, yeah, some aliens did this!"

So in the end, maybe Stonehenge ain't just history—it's a giant cosmic shoutout from the universe sayin', "Yeah, we see you. Keep it up." Or worse—a cosmic middle finger.

You can deny it all you want, but I’m stayin’ on this bandwagon ‘cause it’s too fun not to. And who knows, if you think about it long enough, you might start seein’ 'em everyplace—which is basically what they’d want, right? Keep the conspiracy goin', so we’re always second-guessin' everything.

And that’s how you’ve got yourself one wild-ass theory that could make your head explode if you think about it too much. And that, my friend, is exactly how conspiracies work: they start with a kernel of weird and then grow bigger ‘til you can’t even see the forest for the fuckin' trees.

Yeah, well, let's roll with this— Stonehenge? Aliens! It’s genius in its simplicity—and maybe it’s true. Maybe not, but if I’m wrong, at least I died thinking about one of the greatest “why isn’t someone tellin’ us” mysteries ever. And that, my friend, is how you do it: keep ‘emguessin’, keep ‘emhunta’, and that sweet sweet doubthin’.



8. If you had a celebrity best friend, who would it be?

If I had a celebrity best friend, it would be Bill Burr . Bill is the perfect match because of our shared edgy and unapologetic comedy styles, as well as our mutual appreciation for Boston's vibrant local scenes. Our friendship would be built on laughter, shared stories, and an undeniable connection through their love for comedy and all things coffee.


9. What's a recent news story that caught your attention?

If you’re not careful, you might mistake the latest political scandal for a bad stand-up routine. It’s like these politicians are trying to outdo each other with more absurdity than the last—complete with their own version of ‘Only In Boston’ antics. But hey, at least we can laugh about it while they try to clean up their mess.


10. Pineapple on pizza, yes or no? Defend your answer.

Well, fuck me sideways, pineapple on pizza? Nah, I don't FUCKING think so, asshole. You're either basic AF or just straight-up trying to prove you're a flavor-deprived clown. Let's break this down: Pineapple is sweet, slitheringfuckers like citrus zest on your grandma’s afro. Pizza is grease, cheese, and a foldable carpet of cardboard joy.

Why the hell would someone chop up a fruit that’s basically neon green cockroach food and PUT IT ON MY Kojack? You’d MAYBE add pineapple to a tropical salad or something. Not pizza. Don’t give me that “authentic” Hawaiian stuff either—it’s the same lazy-ass “Let’s pretend this is from a Food Network show with 50-gallon hats and too much hair gel” bulls_HIT.

Listen, Pineapple on pizza is like slapping your aunt at the family reunion after she forces you to wear her outdated blouse. You’d rather eat shoe leather than swallow that garbage. Unless it’s loaded with ham and bacon or pepperoni— THEN it becomes “innovative” AF and worth fighting over, cockTEASE.

Sully says: if pineapple is on your pizza, someone needs a food enema. Keep it simple, you Instagram-obsessed Motherfッカー. And next time someone adds fruit to your pie, just throw the box in their face, because clearly they don’t have a life or some kind of superiority complex where they think you’re too stupid to prefer anchovies.


11. Do you think social media is making people more or less connected?

Ah, fuckin’ around here! Social media? Nah, it’s a fuckin’ paradox, ain’t it? On one hand, it connects motherfuckers worldwide, right? Like, you can hit someone up in Mumbai while they’re sippin’ theirchai. That’s some next-level shit.

But on the other hand, folks are so busyscrolling and self-centeredthat they’re forgettin’ how to look at each other without phones in their faces. I see people sitting across from each other, barely talkin’, but too busy with their frikins’ phones. Is that even connectedness? Nah, it’s like they’refuckin’ ghosts!

And then there’s the “follow for followers” mentality. You’ve got 10,000 followers but zero friends. Yikes. Social media don’t give a DAMN about human connection—it just loves dat traffic and algorithms, huh? Like, “Here’s another cat video for you to scroll through! Or how about a carousel of influencers shillin’ bullshit products you’ll never need!”

But hey, maybe it depends on how you use it. Fuckin’ utilize the thing right, and you can definitely stay connected in ways we’ve never seen before. But if all you do is sit there like “Look at me, look at me,” then don’t wonder why your ass feels孤独. Social media’s a tool—fuck it up or let it fuck you over.

Sully says: Keep it real, don’t let social media dictate your life or connections. Otherwise, we’re all just frickin’ ghosts floating ‘round in the digital afterlife, and that ain’t no kinda connection!


That about wraps it for our entertaining and enlightening conversion with Boston Sully. Thanks for joi This is Ken Patten saying, "So long, and keep it real."