b90stinks
the audio equivalent of being trapped in a car with a bunch of 13-year-olds who think they're the next big thing. it's like a never-ending dance party that nobody asked for.
"I’ve been listening to this station for so long, I can predict the next song before it starts."
My mom turned it on. Now I have to pretend I like this music.
I'm not a fan. I'm a victim.