Monday 4 February 2008

Churchill

Not the wartime prime-minister, he was a god.
Those fucking Churchill insurance adverts. You know the ones where some northern twat is "randomly" called from the audience to ask the foam dog a question.
These adverts seriously fuck me off and as a result, I will not be insuring my car with Churchill again. I would rather pay an extra £50 a year just to avoid the "Fuck me, these cunts insure my car and pay for the advert with my money!" feeling.

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