Last night, the following things were discussed:
1. How to sell your soul.
2. Whether the original owner of a sold soul is still accountable for actions committed by the new owner.
3. If you can lease a soul.
4. If you can sell a soul if you don’t believe you own one.
5. If, by selling your soul, you’re affirming a belief in God.
6. Whether God is more a tort law or a criminal law kind of guy.
and lastly, as with any good abstract evil-doing/world domination discussion,
7. The Luxurious (Mandatory) Resort for MenŽ
All this led to Kate finally asking the inevitable question, “If a soul salesman leaves Chicago going fifty miles an hour and men are granted access 20 miles inland from the coastline and Bill is sailing around the world on a yacht, is there really a God?”
What, you need more proof that my friends are evil little rascals hellbent on stylish domination?
Look at the obvious scheming:
And the cunning sass on that face:
It’s like the pirates always say. Who better to trust with your life than known schemers, dealers, and heathens?
i laughed nearly as much at this as i did at the actual conversation, which i think was one of the best ten minutes of my life.
that is, one of the best ten-minute periods. you know what i mean. bah.
I new a guy once…he was agnostic. Trouble was, he was also dyslexic. Couldn’t make his mind up as to wether there really is a dog..
You must of partied too hard and friday and sleep all day saturday huh? I cant think of another explanation why you would forget about my birthday, again. Anyway, i had a good time. Did I tell you i got a job now, yup eight to five goodness. Alright well i’ll just e-mail you with all the details instead of taking up your blogger comment space. Talk to you soon.