I heard he sold his years ago and has been using one he found in a mayonaise jar in Bakersfield.

PIE!  DOI.  

 BlueHeronDruid wrote:

 
Wow, man, you're SO Eleanor Rigby! Far out.

Lazy8 wrote:


Yeah, but this is capitalism: caveat emptor, right? So if someone else buys it, and I get a cheeseburger, any worn flanges or rusty gaskets or leaky mayhews are pretty much their problem now.

You fools. I've had Manbirdio's soul for months. In a jar by the door.

I'm getting tired of all the mewling and puking, though.

winter wrote:


Think about it: would you buy a used soul, especially one from somebody who'd sell it? I mean, they probably loaned it out at least once, who knows what kind of shape it's in.

Lazy8 wrote:


Hmm. On second thought, I really want a cheeseburger.

I would sell dances with John Cussack to buy manbird a new soul to replace the one that Phin sold to buy Winter some more cat food.

BlueHeronDruid wrote:


He hates that.

But it was a good effort, so I'm going to pay you anyway.

The soul is in the mail.

winter wrote:

Crumple up some tin foil into a ball.

BAM! Next soul!

winter wrote:


You control the cat with a remote? Oh brave new world....

manbirdexperiment wrote:


I'd sell mine, but it's malnourished and neglected. I think it's still there under all those Cheetos, though.

manbirdexperiment wrote:


I thought you were going to use the loaner until it's back from the shop?

I would sell my soul to get my soul back. If I had one to sell. Which I don't. 

onlylynne wrote:




It's got that patina so sought-after among collectors, so that helps.
edit: Hey, congrats on the promotion!

A toy that my cat would play with for more than ten seconds. Or maybe a couple of batteries for my remote.

Wonder how much it's worth.

Alexandra wrote:


Interesting... I'd consider selling Cusack's soul for one romantic night with ManBird, but then he's not much of a dancer.

 phineas wrote:



 
Oh FINE. Who can top that one????
Seriously, Phin, this thread nearly made me spew latte all over my laptop.

I would sell ManBird's soul for one romantic night with John Cusack—including doing a tango with John (which we both know how to do perfectly in this fantasy).

EDIT: My second choice would be going back in time and seeing a Clash concert with John Cusack—-circa the Combat Rock era.

To never — ever — have to think about underwear left behind, anywhere.