Posted by: Costin | February 23, 2011

commoners

I just love when someone praise themselves as being a commoners since at some extent this kind-of trespasses the boundary of paradox. I have an evil grin on my face when asking them what about the nice big car, or the fur coat, designer purse, the Montblanc pen, the iphone (or Samsung Galaxy S), the Zippo (limited collector edition) lighter, the Bolex watch (:) ) or any other thing that doesn’t quite add up to the whole image.

The essence of their answers it’s always the same “I’m a commoner but I have special needs”.

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