Every different person in this city has different views on insurance.

Published Wednesday, 26th Aug 16:20 BST

Every different person in this city has different views on insurance. Some people just love a good cheap motor trade insurance policy, others have to have a motor trade insurance policy with a quote or even better, quotes. There was one guy who lived in a city called Potymoon, you may think that this is a really stupid name for a city but when The Lord Fontery had named all of the so called settlements he was a bit mad in the head and even called one of his capital Pooftypoo which is a really really stupid name for a capital because a name of a good old capital should be strong like London or Paris for example, definately not Pooftypoo.

But fortunatly there was a new lord of the land since Fontery had had an "accident". Well, getting on with the story. I, George the 134th of the Duderfr house needed a motor trade insurance policy for my new motor car that was sitting out back, it had a sleek blue/purple coulor and with a red streak wriggling it's way down the bonnet.

It had cost me a lot of money and you may of thought that I had a lot of money because of the house thing but to tell you the truth, I don't even live in a house, I live in a "big" hole dug into the ground. Atleast I could say that I had made it myself, a whole month it had taken. Well I went to the library where they had free computers, well when I say computers I really mean things that can only just lean accross the line and into the web. I found this site tht did a really good motor trade insurance policy where you had to have the exact make of car that he had to have the "Fiva man-lair deal".

It cost only a tenner a month which really surprised me because I had expected it to be more. Well I gave them my details and the plate number of the car and of I went back home. That night I heard I clanging and a bang and so I slowly took of the duvet and went over to the window and I was shocked by what was happening, 5 men in balaclavas were whacking my beutiful car with hammers and then they started to push it down the hill.

I had no idea why but the next thing I knew the window smashed and something hit me hard on the head. I woke up the next morning and my car was gone.

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