Bin Laden Stew

The grim reaper thrashed his scythe through Wall Street causing havoc and turmoil to anyone or anything that got in his way. He eerily laughed as he chopped off the heads of stock brokers. The collection of heads he collected gave him teeth gripping satisfaction.

"One can never have too many heads." he grimaced.

Each head was placed in his refrigerator from the order in which he sliced them off. The first head was placed in a boiling pot of water.

"MMMMM I will invite my cohort Bin Laden to dinner."

The grim reaper called Bin Laden on his black cell phone and invited him over for American Stew. Bin Laden happily accepted the gracious invite.

The grim reaper added another head after he skinned the blonde hair off. He boiled two heads with chili powder, ground pepper and beef bouillon cubes. The aroma made the grim reaper giddy with pleasure.

Four hours later three knocks to the door broke the grim reaper out of his gaze. The grim reaper opened the door expecting Bin Laden.

"Welcome." the grim reaper slyly said.

"I wouldn't miss American Stew for dinner.", Bin Laden raised his eyebrows, winked and smiled.

The grim reaper walked to the stove and told Bin Laden to sit at the wooden plank table. Bin Laden gracefully obliged.

The grim reaper stirred the stew in the darkened kitchen that only had a dim red light tracing the wooden table frame. A single lit white candle was placed at the center of the table. The American stew was simmering and he could see the gas stove flames of yellow, white, orange and purple. The smell of the stew intoxicated Bin Laden.

The grim reaper offered Bin Laden a beverage. Bin Laden chose a red drink. He wanted to drink American blood mixed with sour and ice. The grim reaper did not even flinch at the request.

The grim reaper strolled to his shed in hopes to find traces of blood in the large white bucket he used to drain the blood of the sliced off heads of the Americans. He managed to find just enough to fill a four ounce glass. The grim reaper flashed a smile of yellow and black teeth.

Like the gracious host the grim reaper was he placed the beverage in front of Bin Laden. Bin Laden thanked the grim reaper by taking a huge swig out of the small glass.

Bin Ladin tilted his head back and smiled at the pure pleasure he felt after swallowing. He let out an "Ahhhhhhhhhh" as if all of the air was leaving his body. His yellow teeth stained with blood of the Americans.

The grim reaper promptly checked the stove to see how the American Stew was coming along. Just perfect. Tender meat.

The grim reaper reached for two glass bowls out of his kitchen cabinets. Oh so delicately he scooped the American Stew into the glass bowls. He buttered up two pieces of wheat bread to serve with his special stew.

Bin Laden hungrily awaited. When the grim reaper placed the bread and stew at his setting Bin Laden's eyes widened as he smiled.

"Thank you." Bin Laden replied, "After hiding for years in cave after cave you have no idea what a treat this dinner is."

Bin Laden delved into the stew and his eyes crazily widened. "We will overcome the take over of the Western Civilization!" "We shall overcome!"

The grim reaper listened as Bin Laden chanted the sentiments over and over. The grim reaper even became frightened at Bin Laden's chants as they became piercingly louder and louder. Bin Laden kept up the chant for ten straight minutes. Ten minutes of his head thrashing back and forth. Ten minutes of the same loud insane words.

The grim reaper's eyebrows frowned as he pondered on what to do. His eyes flicked to the left and to right while he pondered.

"We shall overcome!' Bin Laden shouted.

"We shall overcome!"

"We shall overcome the American people!"

Phantom chills went down the grim reapers once spine.

Finally the grim reaper could not take the chilling noise any longer.

Swiftly the scythe cut into Bin Laden's neck, like a slice of cheese, and his head dropped to the floor in a juicy splat.

The grim reaper raised his eyebrows at what he had done but quickly forgot and snatched up Bin Laden's head and placed it into his freezer for Terrorist Stew.

In the deafening silence, the grim reaper thought to himself, tomorrow I shall call the president of the United States for my precious homemade stew.