The staires of death

A friend of mine dropped some stuff off at my back door today, and informed me via telephone that I had "the staires of death". My back staires are old, and metal. Mixed in with a little bit (a lot) of ice and snow, you have I guess you could call the staires of death... (I dont know how to spell staires..stares..whatev.) He also said that He could see me coming come to his dead carcus surounded by blood at the bottom... needing some unimagine pills for him I think. I have only wiped out on them once... The bruses I said were from volleyball... easer to tell people you hurt yourself diving for a ball then being too lazy to clear off your steps and deserving to wipe out on them. Unmotivates robbers... and stuff...