A dialogue between two women in a restaurant. The tables were so close I couldn’t help eavesdrop.
“Someone’s selling her soul on eBay.”
“Does she have a good rating?”
“Yea, people are bidding.”
“What format is it in?”
“She just got out of a coma.”
“Is that with free shipping?”
“She’s crying for help.”
“Does eBay allow therapy?”
“All those gurus. There would be a bidding war.”
“Can you reach her by email?”
“I think so.”
“Write this poor soul before the bidding closes.”
Calvin says, “Hey, that’s an idea. Instead of donating my nose to science when I die, I’ll sell it on eBay. The bidding wars would skyrocket.”
Calvin & Bloggie 