Diary of a Nerd King #2: The Complete 2nd Season - Episodes 1 to 8 by Matt Ballard Page B
Authors: Matt Ballard
Tags: kids
Ads: Link
meal.
or
Beans, beans, they're good for your heart
The more you eat, the more you fart
The more you fart, the more you eat
The more you sit on the toilet seat
“Insane Clowns, Wikipedia, and Justin Bieber”
Season 2 – Episode 207
Written and Illustrated by
Matt Ballard
© Copyright Matt Ballard 2012
All rights reserved.
http://www.diaryofanerdking.com
The author really appreciates you taking the time to read Diary of a Nerd King. Please take a moment to leave a review wherever you bought the book, tell your friends about it, mention it on Facebook, or tweet about Diary of a Nerd King on Twitter to help spread the word. Thank YOU for supporting my work.
Facebook Fanpage:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Diary-of-a-Nerd-King/320905147921308
Twitter: https://twitter.com/NerdKingDiary
Thursday
I woke up screaming last night. This time I know I was screaming because anybody would scream if they had the dream I had.
The good thing is that it was a silent scream. I don’t know how that happens, but I’m sure glad it does because the last thing I need is to wake up screaming AND have everybody else in the house find out, which is usually what happens because they wake up when they hear you screaming.
(This is my drawing of a famous painting called “The Scream” by this famous artist dude named Edvard Munch. It’s a pretty wicked awesome painting. You should check out this picture of the original .)
I can just imagine how much fun Tabi would have telling everybody she knows that I have nightmares that make me scream like a little girl.
I can see it now. She’d probably draw a picture of me as a little girl playing with dolls or something, and then stick it up all over school.
Sometimes I don’t know which is worse, imagining all the horrible things Tabi would do if she found out stuff, or the actual horrible things she actually does. What was God thinking when he invented sisters!
But back to my dream. I shot straight up in bed, and my mouth was open wide in what was an awful sounding blood-curdling howl, at least in my dream. Thank God it was silent in the real world!
I was drenched in sweat. My hair was wet and stuck to the sides of my head. Even my bed was soaked.
As I looked around in the dark, there was only one thing on my mind, and I for SURE didn’t want to see that thing in my room.
Unfortunately, I did keep seeing it, but I was pretty sure it was just the image in my head from my dream, burned into my eyes or my brain or whatever. I mean, honestly, what is the likelihood that you’re going to wake up and find an insane looking clown in your bedroom?
I know what you’re thinking, and you can stop right there. No, I don’t have a childish phobia of clowns. I’m not one of those kids you hear about that’s terrified every time they see one at the circus or when a McDonalds commercial comes on TV.
I’ve never had a problem with clowns before in my life… until now.
But you have to understand something. This clown was different. This clown was nuts, absolutely crazy, insane, off his rocker.
I don’t care how tough you are, you would’ve woke up drenched in sweat and screaming too if you had a dream with this nut-bar clown in it. Even Darth Vader would’ve. Wolverine too. Batman, Spiderman, Magneto, it doesn’t matter. I’m telling you this clown would freak you out!
He was wearing white face paint, with a big fuzzy red wig and one of those big squishy red noses to match. He had big red circles painted on his cheeks, and his lips were drawn in with big red strokes of lipstick or facepaint too.
He wore a big red bowtie, with little white polka-dots on it, and big bright red jacket over a white button-up shirt with a HUGE collar. The red jacket had a HUGE collar too.
He wore over-sized red
or
Beans, beans, they're good for your heart
The more you eat, the more you fart
The more you fart, the more you eat
The more you sit on the toilet seat
“Insane Clowns, Wikipedia, and Justin Bieber”
Season 2 – Episode 207
Written and Illustrated by
Matt Ballard
© Copyright Matt Ballard 2012
All rights reserved.
http://www.diaryofanerdking.com
The author really appreciates you taking the time to read Diary of a Nerd King. Please take a moment to leave a review wherever you bought the book, tell your friends about it, mention it on Facebook, or tweet about Diary of a Nerd King on Twitter to help spread the word. Thank YOU for supporting my work.
Facebook Fanpage:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Diary-of-a-Nerd-King/320905147921308
Twitter: https://twitter.com/NerdKingDiary
Thursday
I woke up screaming last night. This time I know I was screaming because anybody would scream if they had the dream I had.
The good thing is that it was a silent scream. I don’t know how that happens, but I’m sure glad it does because the last thing I need is to wake up screaming AND have everybody else in the house find out, which is usually what happens because they wake up when they hear you screaming.
(This is my drawing of a famous painting called “The Scream” by this famous artist dude named Edvard Munch. It’s a pretty wicked awesome painting. You should check out this picture of the original .)
I can just imagine how much fun Tabi would have telling everybody she knows that I have nightmares that make me scream like a little girl.
I can see it now. She’d probably draw a picture of me as a little girl playing with dolls or something, and then stick it up all over school.
Sometimes I don’t know which is worse, imagining all the horrible things Tabi would do if she found out stuff, or the actual horrible things she actually does. What was God thinking when he invented sisters!
But back to my dream. I shot straight up in bed, and my mouth was open wide in what was an awful sounding blood-curdling howl, at least in my dream. Thank God it was silent in the real world!
I was drenched in sweat. My hair was wet and stuck to the sides of my head. Even my bed was soaked.
As I looked around in the dark, there was only one thing on my mind, and I for SURE didn’t want to see that thing in my room.
Unfortunately, I did keep seeing it, but I was pretty sure it was just the image in my head from my dream, burned into my eyes or my brain or whatever. I mean, honestly, what is the likelihood that you’re going to wake up and find an insane looking clown in your bedroom?
I know what you’re thinking, and you can stop right there. No, I don’t have a childish phobia of clowns. I’m not one of those kids you hear about that’s terrified every time they see one at the circus or when a McDonalds commercial comes on TV.
I’ve never had a problem with clowns before in my life… until now.
But you have to understand something. This clown was different. This clown was nuts, absolutely crazy, insane, off his rocker.
I don’t care how tough you are, you would’ve woke up drenched in sweat and screaming too if you had a dream with this nut-bar clown in it. Even Darth Vader would’ve. Wolverine too. Batman, Spiderman, Magneto, it doesn’t matter. I’m telling you this clown would freak you out!
He was wearing white face paint, with a big fuzzy red wig and one of those big squishy red noses to match. He had big red circles painted on his cheeks, and his lips were drawn in with big red strokes of lipstick or facepaint too.
He wore a big red bowtie, with little white polka-dots on it, and big bright red jacket over a white button-up shirt with a HUGE collar. The red jacket had a HUGE collar too.
He wore over-sized red
Similar Books
