Sorry, but your policy doesn’t cover claims
9 September 2008 at 8:48 am | In High blood pressure? Fancy that | 25 CommentsTags: Cars, Comic, Insurance
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And once more, the rubbing of greedy corporate hands is heard by the meek and carless. I find a conversation with the media often helps.
Comment by Dolce — 9 September 2008 #
I think we now have the same T-shirt, Kyk! Mine’s just a bit older and more faded though.
Comment by Tyger Katt — 9 September 2008 #
you’ve been getting screwed and fucked all week…?
oh… by your insurance company. I thought it was …..
Comment by nursemyra — 9 September 2008 #
Sounds like you’ve decreased your carbon footprint but are still contributing to global warming
Comment by IdleLayabout — 9 September 2008 #
Oh Kyk. Never a dull moment…
Comment by shebee — 9 September 2008 #
LOL i was waiting for this!!… i must be psychic!…
you’re insured with the big bad purple monster aren’t you??? i rather pay a little more, but my yellow umbrella really does cover everything, i even have the tshirt!
Comment by Stef — 9 September 2008 #
i think nursemyra is onto something. screwed, fucked and battered… milked for all your worth… seems to me this is just in the cards for you these days! ask your claims adjustor for breakfast and flowers, maybe a foot rub and to have your pajamas warmed in the dryer before bedtime…
Comment by daisyfae — 9 September 2008 #
mwahahaha guess who didn’t choose the right insurance broker
Comment by Charmskool — 9 September 2008 #
love your cartoons
(sorry, its after lunch, no witty comments)
Comment by EvylShnukums — 9 September 2008 #
dolce: What is the sound of one hand rubbing?
katt: Mine’s also pretty old, but it still doesn’t fit very comfortably.
nursemyra: Balance in all things.
idlelayabout: Who says I can’t multitask?
shebee: Not true. I spend hours and hours in meetings.
stef: BZZZZZT! Wrong, but thank you for playing anyway. If I was you, I’d be just a tiny bit worried that there may be holes in the umbrella.
daisy: Ugh. That’s just wrong.
charmskool: Oh, puh-leez! Are you trying to suggest that insurance brokers are in it for anything other than the munnee? I’m trying really hard not to mention things like ticks feasting on the blood of society. Oops, too late.
evylshnukums: I’m starving. What did you have for lunch?
Comment by kyknoord — 9 September 2008 #
Excuse me!!?? Some insurance brokers take their clients welfare very seriously. After all where the heck do you think all that money is going to come from if we lose our clients? Huh? Huh? Kyk you called me a tick?! Next time we do coffee I’m gonna give you a demo of my bloodsucking prowess nyhur hur snork. Bring along a bandaid hardehar….
Comment by Charmskool — 9 September 2008 #
You’d be better off dealing with the Mafia. I think they have better customer service.
Comment by Uncle Keith — 9 September 2008 #
I know you’re not a girl by anyone’s standards, but you sure you didn’t sign up for First For Bitches by accident? (No pun intended.)
Comment by peas on toast — 9 September 2008 #
There’s nothing less satisfying that being sodomized by a corporation. Particularly an insurance company.
Comment by The Unbearable Banishment — 9 September 2008 #
as The Boyfriend would say: “Why didn’t they just bend me over and ass-fuck me? It probably would have been less painful.”
Comment by expensivemistakescheapthrills — 9 September 2008 #
charmskool: Sorry, my health insurance doesn’t cover bandaids.
uncle keith: They also have higher moral standards.
peas: No, but that hasn’t stop them from spamming me.
unbearable banishment: Well, there’s rice cakes…
thrills: Had a hard life, has he?
Comment by kyknoord — 9 September 2008 #
The problem with insurance is that, often the entire policy is made up of fine print. And might as well be written in invisible ink, for all the good it does one. And no doubt this has done for the no claim bonus. Guess you’ll have to wait for those furry dashboard dice until next year, eh?
Comment by Parenthesis — 9 September 2008 #
it’s the only way they can get laid. consider it a civic duty helping the un-fuckable enjoy a fuck.
Comment by thegnukid — 10 September 2008 #
I hope it was as good for you as it was for them.
Comment by robinaltman — 10 September 2008 #
wha-a-a-a-a-a-at? you paid premiums for years and then you actually expected them to just pay out your claim and send you a cheque? foolish kyknoord. foolish. foolish. foolish.
Comment by Rob — 10 September 2008 #
parenthesis: It’s always nice to have something to look forward to.
gnukid: Looks like I’m bending over forwards to do my civic duty.
robin: Not so much. My policy doesn’t provide lube.
rob: Foolish to fault. A fool and his money…
Comment by kyknoord — 10 September 2008 #
Insurance companies are always nice… they will phone , email, post..
..till you make a claim.. Then they move, change their number and plead Alzheimer’s when they see you..
Comment by B — 10 September 2008 #
The small print – she’s a bitch. You need the Hubble Telescope to read that shite. And when you do it is written in early pre-Christ, pre-Latin Latin infused with subliminal codes that instantly put you to sleep. Insurance. Or no insurance. Either way you’re screwed.
Comment by Mandy de Waal — 11 September 2008 #
b: Ja, a bit like loaning money to my sister.
mandy: I heard that my insurance company is sponsoring the remake of ‘Shaft’
Comment by kyknoord — 11 September 2008 #
I found your site through a comment you left on mine…now i have a place to go for hiliarious grown-up comics
…thanks@
Comment by romi41 — 11 September 2008 #