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I fucking hate the Spotify lady

Allow me to set the scene for you: you’re just sitting, chilling and jammin perhaps. Maybe to some mad tunes, some phat beats, whatever tickles your fancy. Your current song just finished. oh!? What will be next? you wonder. You’ve put your playlist on shuffle so you never know what sounds will dance upon your ears next. You clench your butthole in anticipation. But no, that is not what the gods have in store for you today.

It hits you harder than bop city episode 42

“SO MANY THINGS GET IN YOUR WAY: YOUR BOSS, YOUR PARENTS, THOSE SEASONAL ALLERGIES...”

You get the goddamn point. This stupid fucking lady, in her cheerily, I-am-totally-a-human-trust-me voice is easily among my most hated things in this whole sick bitch of a universe. No, my parents don’t get in my way that much. Stop trying to relate to me, I’m not going to buy Spotify premium. And they have like 30 versions of this dumbass Spotify premium advert with the same calculated stupid piece of shit teen voice to top off the humongous fucking dinosaur shit of attempted teen appeal. My least favorite goes something like this:

“Life is so full of problems nowadays: Did you feed the dog? Did you take a shower? Do you have enough data to take a picture of your dog when it came into the shower?” Her voice gets higher at the third line as if that somehow makes it any more relatable.

WHY THE FUCK WOULD I FORGET TO SHOWER? GODDAMN. FUCK OFF. THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT ISSUES TO DEAL WITH THAN DATA ON CELLPHONES. SHIT IS DYING AND SUCH. GO FUCKING DIE.

This singular lady. This singular fucking entity has made me resolute in the decision that I will never buy Spotify premium. I would rather shove my money so far up my ass that I threw it up than give it to the company that engineered this auditory hellscape of an advertisement. I would personally choke every person involved with the creative process if I could. If I were stuck in a room with Hitler, the Devil, and the Spotify advertisement lady, and I were given a gun with two bullets and told I had to give oral sex to the survivor, you best believe Hitler and the Devil are getting the best head of their fucking lives.

That’s all.

Short and sweet like a chicken sausage or an unnamed friend, go birds :(

last juan of the year

All done on a new mixer and its raw af but raw things can be consumed i guess... No mic input until Adobe allows me to add back Audition to my plan, we big mad at Adobe

Don't forget that tomorrow starts the new Bop City rule where Bop City can own your ears. Don't forget the deadline today! Everything you've ever listened to becomes Georges from today, even the time when you called your teacher mom. It costs nothing for a simple copy and paste of this cancer; better safe than sorry! Channel 37 News talked about the change in Bop Citys privacy policy which had a strange amount of talking points about Gary Oldman Naked. I do not give Bop City or any entities associated with Bop City permission to use my Ears, Memories, Music, or Earwax, both past and future. With this statement, I give notice to Bop City that it is a weak ass podcast. My Ears are private and part of my meat sack. The violation of my ears can be punished by law (UCC 1-308-867-5309 and the Stone Cold Statute). Note: Bop City now just got even worse . All 20.5 listeners must post a note like this! If you prefer, you can copy and paste this version. If you do not publish a statement at least once, Bop City now owns your ears, as well as the information contained in them and your thinky thinky parts. BOP CITY DOES NOT HAVE MY PERMISSION TO STEAL MY EARS.

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