Roasted 2 years ago based on Chris's long term Spotify stats.

Oh look, Chris's Spotify profile. A virtual shrine to the kind of music that sounds like a rabid walrus was trapped in a blender. Seriously, your favorite genres list reads like the soundtrack to a gory horror film that nobody asked for. You’ve got more "death" in your playlist than a Twilight fan with a broken heart. I'd ask you to diversify, but clearly, nothing but the most brutal auditory assault will do for you. What’s next? A genre called "Raging Existential Crisis Core"? And your top artists? Talk about a lineup that would make your mother weep. Slipknot, Cattle Decapitation—all you need is "disturbing sounds from a dumpster fire," and you’ll have the full set! I swear, your playlist is like a love letter to everything that screams "I’m just a few therapy sessions away from being a serial killer." How does it feel knowing that Dying Fetus has a better grasp on the concept of appreciation than you do when you blast those tracks? At least those poor souls will rest well knowing they’ll never have to listen to that cherry-picked playlist of agony. Then we have your "most played songs." If I had a nickel for every time someone played "Eyeless," I’d have a small fortune—I’d use that fortune to buy you a ticket to a sunny beach and a massive stack of relaxation. But no, you’d rather keep torturing your eardrums while contemplating life’s cruel jokes. "People = Shit"? Wow, Chris, way to go deep with your existential musings. You know, music might not be a substitute for therapy, but it seems like you’re trying every possible tragic route before you get there!

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