Funny Pic Spongebob Novels & Stories

Finally. Johnny, the little rascal, took the chance and curled like a puppy by my side. I shook my head but let him. It was barely past noon and we were having a SpongeBob marathon. Maybe it was my way of bribing him for the past few days, maybe it wasn’t.

Stupid embarassing childhood pics. ************************************ Poor Ken.

She didn’t stop. “You will bear the consequences if you dare to provoke me again,” I warned, my patience hanging by a thread. My fingers brushed against the edge of her collar as I leaned in closer, my resolve dangerously close to crumbling. “If you don’t want me to see SpongeBob SquarePants on you, get off me now,” I said, my voice rough. Her reaction was instantaneous. She let out a startled squeak, scrambled off me, and practically tripped over herself in her haste to get away.

And then, we go home and fuck each other like rabbits! I lay on my stomach next to my best friend, she was lying beside me on my bed while we surfed with my laptop. We were watching short free p**n videos of girls giving blow jobs and letting the guy cum all over their face and even in their mouths. “Eeeww, that looks so gross! How can they do that!” blurted Sharon. “I don't know, most of them look like they like it. Do you think they are drunk or fucking high or something?

Right, the Hoboken that was my best friend. "Diana!" She ran past the kitchen doorway in her SpongeBob pajamas and reversed immediately she saw me standing unshaken in the kitchen. "Oh, my poor baby." She ran towards me. "What happened?" I tucked the sides of my lips and refrained from rolling my eyes. "World fastest bestie!" I exclaimed, giving her a round of applause. "C'mon, baby. I came as fast as I could. You know I had to help daddy bag a deal." She yawned, blinking her lidded eyes.

*** “This is Spongebob. He is Barbie’s boyfriend.” “Why Spongebob? Hulk is a lot better. He is strong, and he’s a superhero.” “He’s ugly! And he can’t even talk. Hulk only smashes.” “Then Barbie is not a nice person. She doesn’t like Hulk just because he’s ugly?” “She isn’t mean. You are mean! MOM!!” “Mica, you chose Barbie, let Manu choose the toy he wants to use.” The two women were watching this exchange through the large glass doors that connected the garden to the living room.

“What’s wrong with looking for SpongeBob?” He’s fighting a smile. I can see it in the way his mouth twitches. “Nothing, if that’s your thing. I’m sure I could find you a SpongeBob centre. T-shirts. Balloons. A life-sized mascot, too. Just say the words and it’s all yours.” “No thanks,” I say, pulling down the sun visor and flipping open the mirror. I check my reflection and, thankfully, my anxiety didn’t melt my mascara. “I’m more of a Squidward girl.”