How would one go about the business of selling your soul?
Just wondering…not selling.
Slan,
D. 
Ebay. You can sell just about anything there, you know 
Well, you’re obviously going to have to have an expert help determine the market value beforehand, you know…otherwise you risk getting ripped off, or having it sit on the market with no takers.
And would you be listing it as a fixer-upper, or would you intend to make repairs first–because these things will certainly affect sales price.
Location, location, location. 
djm
I thought you had to work
something out with this guy:
Here’s how. You know that restroom where it says “for a good time call Susie” in stall #3? Go there. Right next to Susie’s phone number it says “Death is nature’s way of telling you to slow down.” Ok..right next to that on the left there’s a phone number. Call that and ask for “Joe.” When “Joe” answers say the password, which is “luciferous logolepsy.” After you say that, Joe will give you instructions.
Steve, are you sure about that? It seems awfully complicated to me. All I had to say was, “Joe, I want to buy a set of uilleann pipes.” Same outcome, though. 
djm
Steve, you always seemed like such a mild-mannered decent guy! I’m shocked that you would know about something like this. 
You obviously have not talked to Susie… 
I understand it can happen quite inadvertently.
I believe if you read the fine print at the bottom of most credit card offers, you’ll find this is included in the provisions of the contract.
–James
I might have. Which one is she?
Now Cynth, you know that it would not be polite to say.
I believe it involves standing at a crossroads in the middle of nowhere…
Oh yeah! I remember that one!
You need to bring a guitar or fiddle…
…I don’t know if he’s taken any of the other instruments.
Although drumbers may find an opening.
Where, oh where, do you find these things??? You seem to have an inexhaustible supply . . . something to suit every occasion . . . from little barns to . . . to . . . Victorian Diane Arbus.
I have to admit I’m jealous.
She has been doing rather well…
Selling one’s souls is actually a very easy thing to accomplish. All one needs to do is…
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Call the local paper and put this in it:
“Soul for sale. Came into the world 1968 [or whenever you were born]. A few rusty spots, suffered unfortunate early but non-permanent damage by Irish Catholic nuns, but otherwise in good working condition. Could use some healing. Middle name is Mary. Would be a great Christmas gift for that special someone in your life who is needing a soul. Cheap-- €1,70(EU)/£1.15(BR)/$2.00(US). Call 1 (800) BUY-MY-SOUL and ask to speak to Dub.”
The scary part is that she can come up with a clip months after it first appeared. I don’t think she saves them, but if she’s not saving and somehow indexing them, then she’s remembering them and remembering enough about them to find them again.
Either that or she’s finding things I’ve seen before, and that’s even scarier.
And the way she springs them on you! There’s a slightly surreal quality to it.
Going back to that picture . . . I can’t stop looking at it . . . like rubbernecking at a train wreck . . . is there something wrong with those females? Are their heads too big? They look like grown women wearing little girl clothes. What’s the problem with that?