Short Term Car Insurance in Tasmania

As I travel the world in search of the perfect pencil, Iím often asked by people what I think a perfect pencil consists of. I tell them a perfect pencil is much like a no deposit car insurance policy. They usually scratch their heads and ask how a pencil can be compared to no deposit car insurance. I explain that It's simple really, they are both made from trees.

When I fly from country to country, I canít help but feel sorry for people who donít have the drive and determination to follow their dreams. I get up each morning and look forward to the exciting pencil hunt that awaits me. Before I even get out of bed, I look around the room and see if I see any new pencils anywhere. I usually donít, so I leap out of bed and take a quick shower. After Iím clean, I get dressed and make myself some breakfast. As I eat my food, my mind wanders to great places I want to go to in order to locate just the right pencil.

Recently, I was visiting the pencil museum in Tasmania, when I came across an interesting pencil made of fur. The curator told me it was Tasmanian Devil fur, one of the rarest furs in the world. Itís so rare because itís very difficult to shave a Tasmanian Devil while still alive. Since there are laws prohibiting the hunting and killing of the wicked little beasts, itís hard to get your hands on any fur. Although it was quite nice, it certainly didnít come close to the definition of a perfect pencil.

That night in my room, I decided I would get up early and shave a Tasmanian Devil myself. How hard could it really be? I have a razor and some shaving cream. Iíll just sneak up on one, shave a swatch and be on my way. I left the hotel room excited.

When I went downstairs, there were many peddlers walking the street. Most were selling no deposit car insurance, but one beautiful young lady was selling counterfeit car insurance certificates. Counterfeit car insurance certificates (as you know) are Tasmaniaís biggest seller, as well as their biggest export. I bought a pair of them, so that would be able to eat as well as pay my rent for the next two years. I thanked the woman and continued on my mission.

As I hailed a taxi to take me to a good Tasmanian Devil location, I noticed the counterfeit car insurance certificates salesgirl was waving at me. I crossed the street to see what she wanted and was hit by a car insurance executive in his new gold plated Rolls Royce. It wasn't his fault, the smoke from the burning £50 note he was lighting his cigar with had temporarily blinded him. He kindly helped me to my feet before explaining patiently how, under Rule 6, Paragraph 4, Subsection JHL/56 I now owed him a sum equivalent to the GDP of Equador.