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Is your conscience inhibiting a romantic liaison with
that significant extra? Are high moral standards causing
you to spend precious time helping those in need? Is a
sense of honor preventing a lucrative plunge into an
unscrupulous business deal?
At Soul Kennels, we separate your soul from its body,
then incarcerate the immortal residue in a state of the art
ecto-kennel, setting your body free for the life it deserves.
How long do you need? A month? A week?
Twenty-three minutes at a sleazy motel?
We can tailor a payment plan to suit your needs.
"Whenever my soul is in its kennel, no man can resist the
sighs of my milk-white breasts."
"Without a soul, my body is 30% more masculine."
"I'm a lawyer!"
You can find us by whispering into that dark,
empty room at the end of the hall.