I’ve been reading PostSecret for a couple of years now and have generally found it interesting and funny, if occasionally frightening. I remember reading a card several years ago from a nursery worker who confessed that she like to laugh at the kids she thought were “stupid” after their parents dropped them off. That one certainly took my breath away.

Then today I came across this gem:

I’m a practising Roman Catholic although I’m not a theologian, but I think that if an apparently super-natural being appeared and offered you this “deal” I’d bet heavily against it being God the Almighty.

The “client” may enjoy the body for as long as he (or she) is allowed to have it but from all I’ve read paying off this kind of deal is kind of an eternal bitch.

You might say the interest rates are hellish.