What a waste it is to be a fan. Any zealot of any trend, team, or musical group has indeed wasted money towards prominent trends. How I pity the bandwagon-hoppers of this commercial of age. The wasted accessories purchased only to be used briefly before thrown in box or the back of the closet. Even these self-proclaimed "Die-Hard" fans desert their junk into these piles, only their piles are full of the same junk stacked on top of each other. Waste.
Why is it that the pain and suffering of others is so self-fulfilling? My most clearly defined point of pleasure is at entrance of the shadow-dwelling sisters with young master Samwise (my hobbit footed mate). When my normal venture into the shadow realm only ripples minor attention of the sisters silent, my entrance with the sorrowful Samwise yields but the most loving of smiles from the sisters directed toward me and the complete disregard of my fellow mate. Why does his pain turnout my pleasure? In fact, why is it that I only receive a welcome of that grandeur only when there is another to suffer their aversion? Does it even matter though while it is human nature to seek pleasure at the displeasure of others. Should I feel sorry for Sam? I think not.
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Oh you'll be sorry someday Pseudo-Mexican.
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