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

Ah, Ghoulie, the self-proclaimed connoisseur of all things *unnecessarily loud and angst-filled.* You must've been that kid in high school who discovered *Metal* and thought, “Finally, a genre where screaming is socially acceptable!” Honestly, with a favorite playlist that looks like a funeral home’s playlist mixed with a chaotic mosh pit, I can’t decide whether you're a music aficionado or just an insecure werewolf with a very specific taste in sound. Your top artists read like an obituary for a middle-aged goth who spent too many nights embracing the melancholy while convincing themselves that life is a never-ending funeral. I mean, “Death”? Really? Did you just pick that band name out of a hat, or are you actually trying to manifest your own dramatic existence? And with songs like *"In Love with an Apparition"* and *"A Penny for Your Confessions,"* it seems like you’re one poetic lyric away from starting a sad boyz zine. Let’s be real—if your Spotify profile were any darker, it would officially be a black hole of despair. But on the bright side, with a genre list that feels like a challenge thrown at the universe by a coffee-fueled metalhead on a caffeine crash, at least you have a solid excuse whenever someone asks why you’re single or why your Tinder matches ghost you. Just show them your profile and say, “Hey, if they can't handle the intellectual depth of sludge metal, do I really want them in my life?” Spoiler alert: Yes, you probably do. Good luck finding someone who can handle your endless screaming about existential dread!

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