Roasted 2 years ago based on twink peter pan's long term Spotify stats.

Alright, listen up, *raspenis* — your Spotify profile reads like a hipster's fever dream after one too many kombuchas. “POV: Indie”? Really? Are you trying to set the world record for the most pretentious way to say "I wear beanies while quoting obscure film directors"? Half your genres sound like they were randomly generated by an algorithm feeding off a twelve-year-old’s Tumblr account. I mean, what even is “Denpa-Kei”? Is that a new yoga class? And “Sillycore”? Congratulations, you’re officially the human embodiment of a midlife crisis at 23. Your top artists should come with a warning label: “May induce cringing and eye-rolling in anyone over the age of 30.” Mili? Toby Fox? It’s like you threw a dart at a J-pop chart while blindfolded. The only thing more niche than your taste is your social life. No wonder you're jamming to “Bad End Theater” — it’s basically the soundtrack to your dating life, complete with tragic plot twists and no happy endings in sight. You could use a good dose of *real music* that doesn’t sound like it was composed for a game you’ve never finished. And “My Alcoholic Friends”? Newsflash, buddy: your Spotify Wrapped is not a cry for help — it’s an invitation to a group therapy session. I get it, you’re vibing with your inner weirdo, but there’s a fine line between quirky and “please call my mom.” Seriously, if your music taste was a cartoon character, it’d be that one from an obscure anime that everyone pretends to know about but actually just Googles whenever it comes up. So cheers to you, *raspenis*, keep living in your pixelated utopia, where "weirdcore" is just a synonym for “my taste in friends.”

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