let's see if I can change our shop motto to:
"Serving the bourgeois one order at a time in a nice and orderly single file line. Whenever"
If there's anything me and my father agree on, it has to be class divide and class warfare. I'm convinced that the complacency of the consumer... or the wealth that has created certain self-reinforcing effects concerning controlling demand does much to make him down 5-6 beers a day, letting his occasional jogging exercises become in vain). Ah well. Mother transcends class by pretending and living through her own philosophy. If I were to be wealthy, I don't think that would turn me upside down. Hell, being something doesn't necessarily mean anything wrong. I guess it's how you project it.
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