Good Stew

Dear, soft, summer-born listeners, We cannot say we missed you. Unfortunately, our lives are too glittered with intrigue, deceit, and/or desire to say that we missed you. I cannot, sorry, we cannot, spare an ounce of care for those who are not bold enough to insert themselves into our world. For those who sit idly by.....waiting....for years......to hear a podcast episode the never came. No. Not a thought was spared on the likes of people like this, but one (singular) was given to the dwindling clout we had chased and effortlessly won. The ichor in our cups running low, was enough to make us come back, and you wouldn't want to deny us this easily earned attention would you? Graciously, You-Know-Who --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/good-stew/message

Today, like the generous philanthropists we are, we brought two guests onto the podcast to allow them a moment's respite from the harsh southern winter. That's really all there is to it. It's not a problem that we had to cradle their frostbitten feet in our laps or kiss away their frozen tears. Rather, we took pleasure, joy, in seeing their faces light up at the sound of running water and the "nya nya" noises Saoirse makes when she's content. I never want them to go another night without Saoirse's long hands reaching out for a stroke. If you're interested we are also auctioning off these strokes to afford to buy more guests, email us at damnsaoirsehasreallylonghands@wowthatsreallycrazy.net Featuring Sena and Kenzie Shout out to A.B. for saying hi to us in a bar the other night too!  --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/good-stew/message

Have you ever looked in the mirror and not been able to tell what kind of stew you are? I know, it's painful, humiliating, and downright shameful to walk around town with no stew type to identify as. If you sometimes think to yourself, "Dear God, whisper sweet stew things in my ear. Tell me who I am so that I may face Lucifer at the pearly gates and breathe beef steam onto his fires. Disembowel with sporks and foons all who may walk through the sweet willows still unaware of me for I shall proclaim it from the mountain tops." Then rejoice, as it is more common then you think. We begin this meeting of the Society for Forgotten Stew, welcoming you with open arms and empty bowls. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/good-stew/message

There is no episode description and it is Saoirse’s fault. “Their worst episode” - Someone who’s definitely right sorry we didnt know what to talk about --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/good-stew/message

Honestly? I don't know why you would think you're entitled to an episode description. Who are you? Who do you know here bro? Who do you know here? Just listen to the content that already so graciously provided to you masses of slobbering mouth breathers. Disgusting. Learn how to wipe your own cheeks why don't you, golly gee. I can see the skidmarks through your my little pony panties, dude. Aw, does wittle baby need some help? Does wittle baby want an episode description? Grow up, bro. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/good-stew/message

It's not often that the men we meet make any impression on us whatsoever. The years have weathered and hardened us to be skeptical of all who bear that chromosomal arrangement. To make matters worse, dating apps are an arena for men to fight over the affections of women who use those cute little pick-up lines as self-esteem boosts without any commitment. Yet somehow, one managed to rise above the cloud of doubt. He fought through every social norm thought by many to be natural sense, and made such an impact on our trio in just one night, that eight months later we just had to invite him back to ask "why?". --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/good-stew/message

As we slog through the cesspool of disappointment and high expectations that is our 20th year, we look back on our baby skinned other-selves with newly wrinkled eyes. The first two decades of a young person's life, riddled with anxiety and the strange fear that everyone in your middle school will hate your bangs. To look back on having your first kiss, your first touch, first taste of an adolescent male who probably hasn't showered, all in one night. "Those were my hoe years," you say laughing, quietly clenching your unused nether muscles in a futile effort to stay in practice. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/good-stew/message

Society faces us all with cold stone walls that we have no choice but to press our trembling backs against. In this episode, we explore just how far we each will go to push our fellow human into dark corners where there is no right answer. Take a stance, and join the fight but be warned. Whichever side you choose to stand with, the battle will be neverending, and we may never taste the cool sip of daybreak. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/good-stew/message

In this episode, Brooke just kind of is here now, Saoirse outs herself as a sociopath, and Nicole remains probably the smartest person to ever live.  - Follow us on twitter @good_stew Follow us on Instagram @goodstewofficial For a chance to be featured in the podcast, send in any burning questions to goodstewofficial@gmail.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/good-stew/message

Nicole and Saoirse walk you through their thought process in creating Good Stew. You get to take a look into their diamond minds for an excruciatingly short five minutes. Leaving you longing, reaching, crying out because your tears go unseen. No one can hear the sound your soul makes when the world shatters and those 4 minutes and 45 beautiful seconds are up. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/good-stew/message