There's nothing like...

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Putting yourself into debt to force you to get off your arse and get a job.

Which, coincidentally, is exactly what I did about an hour ago when I borrowed £800 off my dad to buy a Vespa.

Comments

Anonymous said…
WOOHOOO!!!

I have always wanted one of the Hawaiian ones.
3:02 pm
Fishman said…
Got the bike, all you need now is your own cooking show!
11:18 am
Divemaster GranDad said…
"Zen and the Art of Vespa"...could have been a good book, but someone already wrote it :-)
2:42 pm
She's a big star said…
I have no idea how much money in American dollars that translates too...and I have no idea what a Vespa is, BUT, I can totally relate. I just bought a new car, my rooommate moves out at the end of the month, so I have a whole lot more bills coming than I'm used to. I'm a little nervous...I'm not used to being poor...it's going to be quite a reality check for me. No more splurging on Kenny tickets, Coach bags and wallets, a new wardrobe, or cute decorations for my room. Oh gosh...
2:49 am
Wreckless Euroafrican said…
A Vespa? Why in heavens name did u get one of those? Whats wrong with a DUcati? Aprilia? Even a bloody Suzuki for heavens sake?

Salagatle!
9:32 pm
Anonymous said…
My thoughts exactly why oh why a vespa,You don't look like an old sad Mod.
You could have got yourself a nice bike with a wee bit of grunt rather than buzzing around on a hairdresser's hairdryer.
10:33 pm
Anonymous said…
Dad is delighted to hear your looking for a job, so is Mammy.... happy scootering...

xxxxx
7:53 am
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