The Stew is Cold//Greasy Sae's Death Post

Death. He's been my old friend- I put dead stuff in my stew and I occasionally make people dead from it. You know I thought I had gotten so old that the beef cake called the Grim Reaper had forgotten about me but nope here I am bleeding to death.

You know blood would probably go well in a stew. There better be a million soup kettles wherever I'm going.

I've lived a full life: kissed another leathery old lady, had some kids I think and made a mean stew. So now my time has come and I will leave this world that same why I entered it- naked and covered in questionable fluids no one really wants to touch.

but hey I did the frick frack with an elephant who else can say that?