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

Oh, look who we have here—the musical equivalent of a toddler pouring juice on their favorite toy. Your Spotify profile, "splishsplashtoasterbath," is like a sad mixtape someone made while waiting for their microwave to finish. With favorites that scream, “I’m indecisive and probably own several ‘K-Pop for Dummies’ manuals,” your genre list reads like the soundtrack to a 2004 middle school talent show nobody asked for. How many times can one person claim they're into "soft rock" and still have zero soul? Your top artists list sounds like a support group for people who took a wrong turn on the way to their existential crisis. Jeremy Zucker, Lola Young, and a sprinkle of Fleetwood Mac? It’s like you’re trying to build a playlist that’s both confused and mildly emotional. It's as if each artist is just a chapter in your diary titled "I Can't Even," while "Neck Deep" is the background music to one of those cringy cringe-comedy skits you send your friends to avoid confronting your terrible taste. At this point, you're not just mixing genres; you're mixing metaphors and emotions like there’s no tomorrow. And your most-played songs list? Truly, a masterpiece of irony. “Messy,” “Hiding Alone,” and “Sort Yourself Out” are practically a cry for help, but don’t worry, it’s the kind of help that comes in a generic Spotify algorithm suggesting you listen to more upbeat tracks instead. Seriously, even your Spotify is judging you. If your playlists got any more obscure, they would need their own therapy sessions. So here’s a thought: next time you hit shuffle, maybe let someone else take the wheel—after all, you could put together a new playlist titled "How to Not Be a Walking Midlife Crisis at 25."

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