Back in the day in the 90's it was common for kids to sell their souls for stuff like trading cards or borrowing a game. I'll never forget selling my soul to a kid named Jimmy for some gum.
Last piece of gum I'll ever have. Now I'll never get into heaven.
Lmao, I used to offer a dub of weed for someone's soul back when i was selling. Had 'em sign a tiny contract with a prick of their blood and everything. Had like 8 of them by the time i graduated and stopped. Put them all in a bird nest. They belong to whatever Bluejays worship now.