Nerdy Boy Web Log: Earth Date: October 11, 2005
Cher Readers,
I thought I'd indulge thee in a bit of French or as the French would say, lâcher mon saucisson vous cochon espagnol. You can actually go to a website and translate that, if you are really bored or really nerdy like moi.
Ever since the day I was born I've just wanted to fit in, but being a nerd, I could never find anybody to except me except fellow nerds. But I had a dream that one day little cool boys and little normal boys would be playing in the streets of Alabama. My favorite holiday is Martin Luther King Day. I can't quite remember if I told you what I look like, but I shall tell in this post. I have black greasy hair, enough pimples, boyles, and zits (no they are not all the same) to fill an ocean, glasses thicker than your momma's chocolate milkshake, I wear plad shirts with pocket protectors, I talk in a nasaly voice, I have an IQ of 162, I pull my pants up to my nipples, and I wear prescription shoes. I am 43 years old and I still live with my mother, and my mother has lawn nomes on the front yard. I named them all. The one with the red hat is Jerry, the troll is Elliot, and the one wearing red pants is Thelonios T. Bigglesworth. Mother says that she has left the nomes to me in her will.
I just went over a small review of myself, for all you new readers, and remember thine can alwaysith go backith to mine earlier posts to see what you have missed. Sometimes I look up at the clouds and wonder if there are people nerdier than I. I wonder if I have any really die hard fans, that are like Star Wars fans, but replace Star Wars with Nerdy Boy Web Blog. Who knows, maybe even one day when the stars and all the planets are aligned and it is a full moon, and I get a heck of a lot of plastic surgery, and I watch Fonzi a lot on TV. Then maybe just maybe I will be cool. This will almost definitely never happen but a man can dream, a man can dream.
Next week I'll be going on a cruise with mother to the Caribbean, and maybe I'll have a reawakening, maybe Nerdyboy, will decide to put away the Star Wars action figures, buy a new wardrobe, get a cool haircut, move out of his mother's house, and become cool. Well, we'll see if it happens. Readers, please post your thoughts. Do you think Nerdy Boy will be able to become cool? Do you think he will be a little chicken who decides to leave his mother's house and be cool, but then finds the real world to scary and moves back in with mother, and has to have mother read him bedtime stories every night? Post your thoughts. We'll see if I can do it. I'm not sure if I have the guts, but only time can tell. Thanks for reading. I don't know why but it seems like I didn't do this post in the same tone as I do the other ones. Bye my readers or as the French say, je suis allé à la salle de bains, mais une conserves au vinaigre se tenait là-bas et je ne pourrais pas aller avec lui me regarde.
Trivia: Peanuts are one of the ingredients in dynamite.
Joke: How many Nerdy Boys does it take to screw in a light bulb?
One, but he'd rather sit in the dark and cry on his mother's lap.
I thought I'd indulge thee in a bit of French or as the French would say, lâcher mon saucisson vous cochon espagnol. You can actually go to a website and translate that, if you are really bored or really nerdy like moi.
Ever since the day I was born I've just wanted to fit in, but being a nerd, I could never find anybody to except me except fellow nerds. But I had a dream that one day little cool boys and little normal boys would be playing in the streets of Alabama. My favorite holiday is Martin Luther King Day. I can't quite remember if I told you what I look like, but I shall tell in this post. I have black greasy hair, enough pimples, boyles, and zits (no they are not all the same) to fill an ocean, glasses thicker than your momma's chocolate milkshake, I wear plad shirts with pocket protectors, I talk in a nasaly voice, I have an IQ of 162, I pull my pants up to my nipples, and I wear prescription shoes. I am 43 years old and I still live with my mother, and my mother has lawn nomes on the front yard. I named them all. The one with the red hat is Jerry, the troll is Elliot, and the one wearing red pants is Thelonios T. Bigglesworth. Mother says that she has left the nomes to me in her will.
I just went over a small review of myself, for all you new readers, and remember thine can alwaysith go backith to mine earlier posts to see what you have missed. Sometimes I look up at the clouds and wonder if there are people nerdier than I. I wonder if I have any really die hard fans, that are like Star Wars fans, but replace Star Wars with Nerdy Boy Web Blog. Who knows, maybe even one day when the stars and all the planets are aligned and it is a full moon, and I get a heck of a lot of plastic surgery, and I watch Fonzi a lot on TV. Then maybe just maybe I will be cool. This will almost definitely never happen but a man can dream, a man can dream.
Next week I'll be going on a cruise with mother to the Caribbean, and maybe I'll have a reawakening, maybe Nerdyboy, will decide to put away the Star Wars action figures, buy a new wardrobe, get a cool haircut, move out of his mother's house, and become cool. Well, we'll see if it happens. Readers, please post your thoughts. Do you think Nerdy Boy will be able to become cool? Do you think he will be a little chicken who decides to leave his mother's house and be cool, but then finds the real world to scary and moves back in with mother, and has to have mother read him bedtime stories every night? Post your thoughts. We'll see if I can do it. I'm not sure if I have the guts, but only time can tell. Thanks for reading. I don't know why but it seems like I didn't do this post in the same tone as I do the other ones. Bye my readers or as the French say, je suis allé à la salle de bains, mais une conserves au vinaigre se tenait là-bas et je ne pourrais pas aller avec lui me regarde.
Trivia: Peanuts are one of the ingredients in dynamite.
Joke: How many Nerdy Boys does it take to screw in a light bulb?
One, but he'd rather sit in the dark and cry on his mother's lap.
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