I’m not religious, but I still wouldn’t sell my soul for just anything. But everyone has their price, right? I was thinking about what I would actually sell my soul for.
I would sell my soul to be able to sing Nessun Dorma like Luciano Pavarotti. Just that one song. Other than that, I can’t really think of anything else.
Are there any dopers out there who would sell their soul, and if so, what for?
A legitemate telecommuting job that pays $10/hour US, not selling anything. DAta entry would work, and let me live wherever I want.
Not medical transcription … all the companies I have checked out so far want to sell you the training and tools and cut you loose to find your own client base. I would wade through electronically submitted slush for a publishing company that produced gay porn if I could do it at home online and get paid for it=\
A pure soul. I’d sell mine for that. Sadly, no takers so far
15, no, 30 minutes in a closet with Kate Winslet, a dozen oysters, and a bottle of Mad Dog orange.
Right now I’d do it just to help my baby girl’s teeth come in without so much pain. 
Not that I think my soul’s worth that much.
I’d sell my soul for world peace.
No, really.
“There she is, Miss America!” Oh, shaddup!
I was never really clear on what a soul was or what it meant to sell one. However, I would sell it for eternal eudomania for all of humanity.
But I don’t think that that is the sort of response you were aiming for.
I suspect that Satan would come back with a bowl of green sludge.
“What’s this?” Asks you.
“What you wanted,” replies Satan, “whirled peas.”
Must always remember to get your deal in writing when dealing with the devil, yes yes.
::delighted::
I needed more soluble fibre in my diet, anyway. Of I can’t have world peace, whirled peas is most certainly the next best thing!
There was a Russian musical in the 1970’s called “Rock and Roll At Dawn,” which used Andrew Lloyd Webber’s music with “acceptable” lyrics to get the music to the Russian People. Hendrich Smith mentions this in his book “The Russians.”
I’d sell my freaking soul, my left kidney and my right eye to get a recording and a programme from that show.
I would sell my soul for sole ownership of the entire state of Hawaii. All of it, every building, plant, animal, vehicle, person; all of it.
I’d sell my soul to be able to review future history and pick whatever date I want for my life to start. I’ve always said I was born hundreds of years too soon.
Soul? What soul?
A woman.
Keep those responses coming. I’m taking notes. 
All we are sayyyyiing… is give peas a chance
Sorry, no.
I refuse to trade a long-term capital loss for short term gains.
Awww, you don’t scare me, you big, cuddly devil, you!
Now, if your username was 6 1 6, I’d be trembling in Caligula’s booties.
It would be interesting to find out if one could sell one’s soul for salvation.
