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Last night, I had a really weird dream. I dreamt I walked into the office of Satan, who wanted me to sell my soul, for comic books. Satan looked like Col. Sanders in a cream suit, relaxing in a leather easy chair, sipping some bourbon. Satan scared me shitless.
I decided not to sell my soul and instead I ran out, screaming into my car.
So, has anyone else had the opportunity to sell your soul? What was the offer? What would you sell your soul for?
And why the fuck does Satan look like Sanders? |
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