June 8th to June 14th - Teddy Noir says "Name that Noun!"

There I was - smoking candy cigs while the no-smoking sign burned my retinas - blinding my reality (not much to blind, but a completely blinded reality nonetheless). I felt like Daredevil, beating bandits with my billy club - then the stewardess told me to put my nightstick away. Others gave me the left-eye "Creep" glare as they shielded their childrens eyes. Some cried. Fudge 'em - Teddy Bitchsap don't need 'em - whoever he is.

Jumping into 2nd person omniscient, you become me (ladies grow a pair). You see the stewardess finish dropping off "punch" of the magical variety (gummy-beary juice to the power of 63). Bouncing here, there and everywhere, the plane dances through the sky. You barf all over the place. Everyone elses barfs follow like the wave in a sports stadium. "Is there an echo in here," you ask with distinct perturbation. Suddenly, you notice your feet are getting wet due to the rising tide of puke. You notice the stewardess seems unphased by the events currently transpiring. The stewardess then begins to unzip her uniform revealing a ridickulously hugely, hard pectoral muscle (strangely only one) - like a dude (cool version of a man). In the following sentence, you realize it is a dude. You realize it is a dude as opposed to a dudette as flatulent air escapes your rear. "What a clever trick!" you say in disbelief.

Going back to first, I began to scratch my ______ [enter noun] in bewilderment. "Don't worry about third - too godlike for me," I said to my barfing neighbor. The stewdude began to open the overheard bin in row 3 (interestingly 3 rows right and center of me) - then climbed in.

I looked like fun, so I opened my bin, but to no avail. It was packed full of oversized bags - assumingly belonging to the oversized woman sitting in seat A, B, and C (she must be glad those armrests move). I swam up-vom - 3 rows right and center of my former position - to row 3. That is where the predicament began.

There sat the beautiful siren and her valley of joy - averting my gaze with ease from my final destination - the bin above. Like a bron-ski I was drawn towards the great divide, raising my Moses-stick to part her Red Sea (note: she was native american). Utilizing special techniques, I learned as a high school student - I quickly came to my senses. I Looped, swooped and pulled myself away all the while grabbing a blind private school kids brail Anatomy book for a shield of anti-embarrassment (I was ninja quick so he couldnt see me, though he was drowning in barf so that may have helped too). Luckily, I reacted just in time as a cute kitty paw snapped out of the valley of death - leaving adorable claw marks across the anatomically correct text.

Seeing my escape, I leaped into the bin that was surprisingly spacious and found myself singing notable songs from Aladdin in a New World that was curiously cowardly (not brave) and alliterated for effect. Damn I wish I had some soma right about now (this funk is SO brother).

Go north....

Realizing this wasn't a text adventure, I moved onto other notable showtunes as this world was quickly shifting away from being new.

Tune in next week for "Name that Verb!"