"Her soul for that of a priest's?" The demon

"Her soul for that of a priest's?" The demon exclaimed "sounds like a worthy trade to me!"

"You're not even a real priest!" The demon spat the priest's soul out. "Dude, I freakin' tried to tell you! What kind of dumbshit trades the soul of the second Virgin Mary?!"

The demon rolled his eyes and cradled his head in his hand. "Utter bullshit," he muttered to himself. "I try to get a good soul out here and I'm fucking duped. What the hell is

it with them? Buy into a fairytale & they're beyond my grasp. Didn't these fools read Nietzsche? Until he culled a good soul he was banished to live among them. The bartender refi

lled my cup. Nietzsche was a required read for every gentleman. Yet for every Nietzsche, we have ten Dan Browns who churns out what amounts to methamphetamine for the minds.

I took my Chicken Soup for the Asshole on the road with me. Nobody ever suspected that beneath the cover I was really reading Nietzsche's Beyond Good & Evil. They must have all tho

ught he was full of it, and wondered why such a person needed any more help. I mean! Why should he get Chicken Soup when the rest were starved for attention. Grade A

divorce from his cow Mary Moo, then slaughtered and ate her. Mary Moo's ghost came to Farmer Jones that night, in the form of an intestinal blockage. Farmer Jones was found

with a look of intense concentration on his face, as if he'd been on a vital mission & over-exerted himself."He must have died for his Country,"concluded the cops with doffed caps