Soul
So I sold my soul to the devil today, but I think I got cheated. Yeah, I know, the devil, cheat, whats up with that? I think I got a dirty sock and some kind of "superpower," the power to control women, or something like that. In my defense, I didn't really believe that he was the devil until the sock appeared as if out of thin air. Once that happened, I realized I should have asked for more, like 2 clean socks or something. But the woman controlling should be pretty cool. I haven't really used it yet, except on those incoming freshmen who kept bringing me food. This could turn out to be quite handy. I just need to keep myself from abusing the power and using it for evil and stuff...oh, who am I kidding, I am gonna abuse the hell out of it. I can see it now...
Me: Hey, wanna come over to my place?
Kelly: No, not really.
Me: Oh, I think you do.
Kelly: Not so much.
Me: ...Yes...yes you do.
Kelly: Nope, I'm pretty sure I don't.
Me: Damn devil, he said it would work on every female.
Kelly: Oh, well thats your problem, I'm not really a girl.
Me: ...(long pause) Heres my friend Sean's number, I think yall would really hit it off.
Her/him: Ok, thanks. I'll call him right away.
A few hours later...
Sean: Hey, thanks a bunch for hooking me up with Kelly, I really like her.
Me: ...Yeah, no prob. Glad to do it.
So it turns out that the devil didn't lie, it does work on women. Just not men pretending to be women. Or anyone I choose not to use it on. So, really, this makes for a good way to tell if it is trans or a sex-change shemale thing. But still, I wouldn't recomend doing business with the devil, mostly on account that he is evil and stuff, but also because he tends to cheat you a little. Shoulda asked for 2 clean socks...
Do you go to bed angry at someone? Did that guy who cut you off piss you off so bad you wish he was dead? Do you have an ex that just won't leave you alone? If so, call 484-DEAD and me and my associates will take care of your problem for a reasonable fee. The fee includes expenses, disposal, and a proven alibi. We do all the dirty work so you don't have to.*
Are you a beautiful young to middle aged woman? Have you ever gone to bed angry at your husband/boyfriend? Do you want to get back at him? If so, I have the perfect solution for you. Just send a recent photo of you and a short summary of your problem on a 3x5 card with your phone number, and I will get back to you and let you know if I will...I mean can help you get over the ungrateful bastard.
Do you enjoy tanning inside but hate the small, cramped tanning beds you must lay in? If so, stop wasting your time and money and call me, Eric, and I will let you tan on my couch in my living room under the bright 1000000000 candle power sun. It has all the benifits of tanning outside with all the comforts of being inside. If you pass the screening process, you will enjoy hours of tanning, free full body massages, and maybe even our "special" service, which would be described in person.
Well, thats about all the ads I have to run at this time, but there might be some more later on. Now, ladies, bring me some cookies and milk, it is time for my afternoon snack.
*This is not actually a hit service. DO NOT call that number. Death and destruction will follow if you call that number, most likey to you.** Trust me, you do not want to call that number.
**Actually, if you call that number, you will either a) not get an answer or b) get someone who is probably not gonna be very happy that you called them looking for a hit service.

4 Comments:
Eric
Were you drunk/high when writing this? Kari and I called the number before we finished reading...yep it's not in service...so I enjoy tanning in a tanning bed...this candle power is it better than the beds...hmmm....tempting ;)
Angela
P.S- Why do I have this sudden urge to make you cookies?
Unfortunately, I was neither when I wrote this. And didn't I repeatedly like 4 or 5 times tell you NOT to call the number?! Now bad stuff is gonna happen to you and Kari. All I can say is I warned you. Now where are my cookies? I like oatmeal raisin cookies.
Why must you be so hateful?
And we do you always play your fantieties off on me? You dig on the post-ops, just admitt it.
No, I just don't like you. And post ops, no matter what you say, are still guys and that is nasty and wrong.
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