Funny Pic Spongebob Novels & Stories

"What? Wouldn't that be cool though? How many houses can you walk into, to see an aquarium of sea horses?" Dean sipped his hot chocolate, licking his lips. "We may as well buy a couple jelly fish. No?" I quirked an eyebrow. "I have always like Spongebob." Dean squeezed my hand lightly, laughing. "You have." Suddenly, everything turned into slow motion. My hand released from Dean's, the warmth brittling away. A sound left my mouth as my arm was yanked-something between a grunt and squeal. The force caused me to fall onto the ground. The hot cocoa cup fell onto the ground, the liquid puddling on the cement.

he asked when he saw the amusement in my eyes “I do. They're lovely” I replied “great... Let's start shopping then. They're all feminine so the shopping is for you.” “wait... What? Shopping?” I asked as he moved to a rack. He picked up a nice shirt, yellow with a picture of Spongebob Squarepants on it “do you like this shirt? It's beautiful and big. I think baggy shirts would fit you” he said and raised it up “wow” I muttered loud enough for him to hear

Matthew left after we agreed on taking photos of her, I myself decided to rest since it was the weekend, I soaked myself in my bathtub and enjoyed the feeling of the water, I didn't know when I fell asleep, but when I opened my eyes I was still in the bathtub, rinsing my body I got out of the tub, and after toweling my body I went into my room to get dressed, I picked a big shirt and sweat pants, pairing it with a thick socks, after dressing I went to the kitchen to find something to eat. I made barramundi, something I learnt from the internet. After cooking I took my food to the sitting room, turning on my tv I looked for something to watch, as I scanned through I stumbled on an episode of

“The temperature of the lake is delicious at this hour.” "Of course, I'll change, give me the shorts you mentioned." She reached into her bag and tossed it to me: I couldn't help but laugh. It was the most ridiculous thing in the world! The crazy look of cherry prints with SpongeBob characters. The boy was a fool, amused behind his half-fired character. I took it with disgust, saw her take out some towels and walked away to put on the blessed thing that was a danger of fashion, of sight and of everything.

"I didn't know she went shit crazy." Suddenly Racheal jumped away from me, her previous misery forgotten. I watched as she ran to the corner of the room where there was a small table. She picked up the large yellow sponge hugging it delicately. "My gosh Sponge-Bob, why are you naked?" The curiosity was so real that everyone was clutching their stomachs as they went to into a laughing fit. Softly chuckling I went near her, trying to pull the sponge away but she clutched it and glared at me. "He's naked, don't look!"

Sebastian realized that he had found himself in an unusual situation, yet he should admit that he felt relieved his rage disappeared because he would not need to spend his time every day releasing his fury. Both Sebastian and Izzie laughed at Spongebob's episode simultaneously and said, "Hahaha! Poor Squidward!" — They both became aware that they were laughing and commenting at the same episode of Spongebob. They glared at each other, then at different sides. "Uncle, don't follow Izzie!" "You're a little one! Stop imitating me!" Laughing, Rosie sat next to them with two glasses of water, "Remember to drink water and eat slowly, okay?"

He mumbled suggestively in a lower tone, causing me to raise an eyebrow at him. "You don't know me" I laughed at nothing in particular. I had no idea why I laughed because what I said wasn't funny, but in my drunken state everything felt like swirly colours and SpongeBob land. Can I say SpongeBob land? Wouldn't it more likely be SpongeBob water? "But I would like to," he argued, cutting off my ridiculous thoughts. I eyed him as carefully as I could, analysing if I could trust him or not. My fuzzy mind couldn't draw a proper conclusion, yet I felt oddly comfortable with him.

Bruna gasps as her mouth draws an 'o'. Troy looks at his watch. "It's 7:10 pm." "Noooo!" Bruna cries out. "I'm 10 minutes late for SpongeBob!" Really? A cartoon? She kicks my legs from her lap and sinks on the couch to watch SpongeBob. She's acting as if this is her house. It's not. "Oh," Bruna sits up on the couch looking at Troy and me. "I almost forgot!" She taps her forehead. "Guess what?"

He wiggled his eyebrows at me while his eyes twinkled with amusement making me blushed and shook my head. "Walaykumsalam, morning! My dream was blank, no need of flattering yourself. I would rather dreamt of SpongeBob than dreamt of you," I playfully sneered at him, playing with my fingers. "Wow, that's nice and cool. I know you are obsessed with SpongeBob; I think I will have to compete with it now. Thank Allah, not with Tom and Jerry," he fake- gasped, holding his chest in a painful manner. "Your food is on the table," I said dismissively, trying hard not to laugh.

In the end, the shopkeeper declined the acquisition proposal from the assertive Ambrose, but agreed to sell SpongeBob to him. At the same time, as a token of goodwill, he also gave Ambrose an extra balloon as a gift. Well, Ambrose supposed that he could give this to Vincent. Ambrose walked out of the store, holding SpongeBob in one hand and a balloon in the other. A little boy happened to see him and stared at the SpongeBob in Ambrose's hand. He shouted, "Wow! It's the limited edition SpongeBob! I want it!" Ambrose, with a cold expression, looked down at the boy.