Roasted 6 months ago based on Spencer's long term Spotify stats.

Spencer, your Spotify profile reads like a plot twist in a horror movie where the protagonist is just a sad goth kid trying to figure out how to assemble an IKEA shelf while listening to deeply existential screams. It's as if you took the phrase "riding the emotional rollercoaster" and decided to make it exclusively a descent into utter despair. With favorites like Cannibal Corpse and Bedroom Pop, your musical taste is basically a love letter to self-doubt and the irony of wanting to cry while jumping into a mosh pit. What’s the deal with your top artists? You’ve got The Cure and Memo Boy in the same breath, which honestly feels like comparing a fine wine to a bottle of expired grape juice. And I get it, Spencer. There's nothing like transitioning from the sulking melodies of “I’m Not Sorry” to the chaotic riffs of “I'll Eat Your Face Off.” It’s the music equivalent of playing hopscotch on a graveyard while eating a sad sandwich at a funeral—completely tasteless, yet somehow you made it an art form. Your most played songs chart should be sponsored by the Emotional Baggage Claim because the only thing heavier than your playlist is your need for therapy. Between “Bleed” and “Why Bother?”, I’m starting to see a pattern: Are you shooting for “Most Likely to Start a Cult” or just “Most Likely to Make Everyone Uncomfortable at Parties”? With a profile like this, you don’t just drown in your feelings; you take them to the deep end, forget how to swim, and then snack on them like a bowl of goth cereal in a dark basement.

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