Saturday, March 12, 2011
Cranium Booster: Who is Stephan?
Cranium Booster: Who is Stephan?: "Hi Readers, With Sweat Block, Buzzwordy will never have to worry about dousing his face with cold water. If you want to stop persp..."
Who is Stephan?
Hi Readers,
With Sweat Block, Buzzwordy will never have to worry about dousing his face with cold water. If you want to stop perspiring, use Sweat Block now....
Hey My Cyber Friends,
Please excuse my sudden departure, especially when the stories were just about to kick into a higher gear.
I'm back and have a lot more stories to share with all of you. My three months of hiatus got me involved in another gig that gave me a lot more exciting stories to tell. Oh my badness, I can hardly wait to start my script again.
SO STAY TUNED FOLKS... BUZZWORDY IS BACK!
The view of Toronto from inside an aircraft is mesmerizing. Enjoy!
Image by rmburnes via FlickrDay Forty Nine,
"I'm very sorry to bother you sir - my family is very noisy. I really hope that you don't mind. Do you have kids? As you can see, I have 5 wonderful children!" nodded an older gentleman who sat right behind Buzzwordy on the plane bounded for Toronto.
"It is quite alright!" responded the marketing whiz kid with a yawn.
"Is Toronto your final destination today?" inquired the older gentleman.
"No, I will need to go to Tel Aviv from Toronto!" replied Buzzwordy.
"Really! What a coincidence? My family and I are going there also!" grinned the older gentleman.
Buzzwordy turned his head around and gave the older guy a grin as well. He then sank his body into the seat and closed his eyes.
"Hey Buzzwordy, do you remember me? I'm Stephan from Ukraine. Do you still remember the little Swiss knife that I gave to you during our first meeting in Hanoi?" winced Stephan while sticking his face right next to Buzzwordy's face.
"Sorry, I don't believe I know you. What Swiss knife are you talking about?" replied Buzzwordy with a cold stare.
"You know what I'm talking about man! I want my special Swiss knife back or else!" shouted Stephan as he began to squeeze Buzzwordy's arm.
The pain became increasingly obvious and it started to inflict major discomfort on Buzzwordy.
"Hey knock it off! On a count to three, if you don't stop squeezing my arm, I'm going to put so much pain in you. You know I mean it!" shouted Buzzwordy hysterically.
It didn't look like Stephan was going to quit from squeezing Buzzwordy's arm. Instead, he doubled up his force by placing two hands on the same arm and squeezing it with all his power.
At this time, Buzzwordy was screaming for help. He found himself kicking and shouting, and sinking his teeth deep into his tongue.
"Oh no, I feel like I'm just about to bite my tongue off!" a little voice from within Buzzwordy told him so.
"Excuse me sir, I think you are having a really bad dream. Are you feeling OK now?" Buzzwordy was awaken by the same older gentleman who sat behind him.
"Really? Did you hear me scream?" asked the marketing whiz kid who was found drenched in sweat.
"Yes, I think everyone could hear you! By the way, did you really piss off Stephan?" inquired the older man.
"Who is Stephan?" asked the sweaty Buzzwordy.
"He is from Ukraine!" replied the older man with a grin.
"What?" exclaimed Buzzwordy while shaking his head.
He now realizes that he has just waken up from a lousy dream that is a final outlet of a long-term pressure cooker life.
"You need to douse your face with cold water when the plane reaches Toronto Mr. Buzzwordy!" sighed the perplexed marketing whiz kid.
The moment the plane touched down on the runway in Toronto, Buzzwordy was so eager to jump off the aircraft to get his face immersed in a sink filled with cold water.
"Sir, please sit down and buckle up! You cannot stand up until the aircraft has safely reached the gate!" shouted an air stewardess with an unusally looking mohawk haircut.
Buzzwordy gave her an icy cold stare before plunging into his seat again.
"Alright Buzzwordy, it is almost time for the cold water treatment. Just hang in there you poor soul!" whispered Buzzwordy while feverishly tapping on his forehead with his left thumb.
Lets see how Buzzwordy manages to find his way to the terminal gate where the plane bounded for Tel Aviv will be waiting for him.
See you all on Day Fifty.
Buzzwordy
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