HELLO! THIS IS A STORY BY SKACHIK!!!! HOW ARE YOU??? Yeah, that's right. I sold my soul for Silly Putty. Here's how it happened... I was walking down the street on a bright, sunny, Saturday afternoon in spring. Flowers were blooming, birds were singing, the devil was walking across the street towards me... "Well, hey, that's a bit strange," I said. In my cheery mood brought on my too much sun, I attempted to make conversation with the red-clad, horned creature. Me: "Well hello, Satan! May I call you Satan? How are you today?" Satan: "Uhhhhhh." M: "Are you okay, Mister Satan, sir? S: "Shut up mortal." M: "Now that's not polite!" S: "Ummm, I would like to purchase somthing from you......proceeds will, uh, benefit....the, um, GIRL SCOUTS! How's that for ya?" M: "Oh wow, I love to help the Girl Scouts, but don't they usually sell cookies?" S: "It's....part of a new sales tactic!" M: "Oh, alrighty then, well, what would you be interested in purhcasing from me then?" S: "Umm, your soul." M: " But don't I NEED that?" S: "Oh, no, not at all, it's just taking up space." M: "Oh, ok, it's all yours then" S: "Thank you very much! As pay for your soul, we at the Girl Scouts of America are offering......Silly Putty!" M: "WOW! Sounds great!" S: "Then it's a done deal!" I was engulfed by a cloud of red smoke afterwhich I was transformed into a blabbering idiot who bounces her Silly Putty and yells, "BOINGY, BOINGY, BOINGY!" *Note* This story was translated from a bunch of "Boingy's" by a strange little man named Bob who lives in North Dakota.

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	Cynthia Cynthia is a 13-year old girl who thinks that the chanky guitar sound from all the ska she listens to affects her brain. She is not a Satanist, nor a Goth, just a punk rudie who dyes her hair with kool-aid every-so-often. Have a nice day.

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