Ooooh, they don't half want to get their greasy mitts on your cash, them Insurance Giants!
It's well known that Americans are quite, quite mad, and frequently take out Space Monster Abduction insurance. Of course, the insurance industry is not the most morally heathy of businesses, having no qualms about allieviating these witless wonders of their wonga.
But it comes to something when you can insure against fictional lakebound beasties of an oily hue, all black slimy acidic tendrils dissolving your flesh and pulling you through the logs!
Either that, or Pennywise type shapeshifting Atlach-Nachaesque Space Spiders, enticing you out upon the waters with balloonery.
Strange that they dont insure what happens in the next ad - the possibility of playing Bingo and your bonce turning into a giant pool ball!
Oh yes, Tom Sawyery river based floating devices hounded by carnivoral tarry slicks is certainly worth the FSAs blessing, but transmogrification into pub based spheroids and the resultant attack upon the cranium by pure white cueballs is not worth the paper it's written on!
They sure know how to 'pocket' the cash!
And the irony is, I work in Insurance, and the coffee tray is, in fact, a triangle so you can rack yer balls up!
Talk about rubbing it in!
But not rubbing it into your balls. Going on a coffee run and massaging Latte into Lovespuds is not a healthy activity.
The coffee's far to hot from that vending machine!
Scalded scrotum - Yeow.
Wonder if I can claim for THAT on me insurance!
