“Oh I’ll do anything to not spend my life working for… you guessed it, the man! I have officially decided junk removal is my chosen path to financial freedom. Problem is I drive a limited edition, leopard print, Fiat 500. Rawr!”
Proud Fiat 500 owner motions makes cat like gesture and squints.
“It was all I could afford and it gets amazing gas mileage. Really a dream come true when you put aside your working man’s ego and live in the moment! I just can’t fit that much junk in the car so I’ve started to stack it on the roof!”
Reporter frowns in dissapoinment.
“All good and fun when you think about it, but man oh man is that thing tipsy! I keep loadin up… then tippin over! Oof! Any money I’ve earned goes right to the courts! I’m gettin sued by all types of folks! They just don’t understand what it takes to be an entrepreneur! Where’s the grace? So what if the piano I was moving destroyed your brand new luxury automobile?! You didn’t have to yell at me like that Johnathan! Can’t you see I’m already embarrassed? And worst of all, I’m probably going to get another bad review!
Fiat 500 begins to emit smoke.
“Ahh shucks, I don’t think this Fiat is gonna start again. I guess I’ll have to pick myself up by the boot straps and give Only Fans another go!”
