me: Man, what’s with all the bicycles!
other: Don’t know, I think they don’t have money for cars.
me: That must be it, poor bastards…
other: Yeah, glad we were born in Romania.
me: Yeah, me to.
other: Tell you what i’ll do. When I change my car next year, I’ll sell the old one to one of these poor Belgian bastards at a cheep price.
me: Yeah man, you do that. That way you will let them know that we, Romanians, are goodfellas that care. Stoked!
other: Yeah, it’s on!
me: Now, let’s go have some more beers! 😀
other: Right, let’s head on… poor bastards…