Spongebob Duh Mga Nobela at Kwento

you know, the same old shit a Mr Crabs would do while a workaholic SpongeBob did the hard work. I guess I was SpongeBob. I was a workaholic. I was usually if not always the last person to leave the bag and it had soon become a norm with everyone comfortable about it. I for one, wasn't bothered though, it's not like I had someone at home to go to.

“Hey, what's up?” San gives me the side-eye and answers her. “I was just telling Con how grownup he was, but he said to simply ask you if that’s true.” April snorts. “I don’t know about that. I’ve caught him eating cereal for dinner while he watches Spongebob way too many times for that to be true.” Santana breaks out into boisterous laughter and gives me an incredulous look. “Do you really still do that?’ I shrug, “Spongebob is awesome.”

Nuel asked as he laid beside me and handed me the remote before getting up again to turn off the lights so it was only the television illuminating the room. After channel surfing for a while, I finally settled on nickelodeon. "SpongeBob? Really?" He said with a teasing smile. "What? I like Spongebob." I defended pouting. No one dare looks down on my spongebob. " I love you." He said out of the blue. "I love you too Nu-Nu." I cooed. "No baby, let's look for a better nickname." He grimaced. "No, I like that one." I sulked.

“SpongeBob?” “And you,” Sophia added, tapping her iPad and turning it toward me. “Look at this. ‘The Dangerous Lawyer, the Billionaire Dad, and the Internet’s Favorite Toddler of the Week.’” In the photo, I was laughing, hair flying, sunlight catching on the side of my face. Zane sat next to me, arm draped casually over the back of my chair, looking like a man who knew exactly how handsome, rich, and dangerously addictive he was, more potent than espresso shots mixed with unresolved daddy issues.

"Are you dumb?" "Yes, and I also smell!"

But then again so was everyone else. “He’s the dude broiest bro ever in the history of dude bros dude.” I yelled back at her. Ahhh… yep. Totally drunk. Sara shook her head seriously. As if anything I just said made sense. “Dude you’re so right.” She said. Sloan chimed in then. “Dudes a weird word!” She shouted. We all agreed and started laughing. “Duuuaaddee” Abbey said. “Dude .. dude .. doodie dude.” Sara tried.

We now have the perfect employee - employer relationship and I totally love it It's nine pm , Wendy and I are watching SpongeBob SquarePants and suddenly get this urge to eat peanut butter. Strange thing is , I hate peanut butter but now I feel like I will die I don't have it in the next zero point zero zero zero zero zero zero one second. I rush to the kitchen and take out the entire bottle of peanut from the fridge and start licking. "What the hell!" Wendy exclaims "What?" I ask innocently. "Since when did you start eating eating peanut butter?"

Before he could finish the thought, a burst of laughter interrupted him. "Ahahaha!" Izzie was practically doubled over on the sofa. "Patrick’s so silly! He doesn’t know anything!" Sebastian blinked. The television was playing another episode of SpongeBob SquarePants. Meanwhile, Izzie appeared entirely unbothered by what had just happened. Surely she’d heard the chair fall. The noise had been impossible to miss. Yet she hadn’t even looked away from the screen. Either she's completely absorbed in the programme, Sebastian thought, or she's deliberately ignoring it.

"Hello? Theresa? You there?" "Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?" The TV rang out. " Ooh SpongeBob," he chirped in a cheerful voice. I kinda like where this is going. "Absorbent and yellow and porous is he?" He sang along. "If nautical nonsense be something you wish," "Dude," I turned the phone to my face. " Hey Theresa, could you turn me back to SpongeBob? I wanna finish .... OMG! Theresa! You're finally talking to me!" He screamed.

She looked at him, blinking twice with pouted lips. "What?" "How the hell are you enjoying this?" he asked. "Huh?" "How can there be fire underwater? A car crashes into them, and they get up the next second. SpongeBob sliced himself into pieces, and a snail… the snail meowed! It’s not a fucking cat! And Patrick literally swallowed his own brain and laughed. How the fûck Sandy able to stay underwater? And what’s a rocket doing under the—" Morticia’s laughter cut him off, echoing through the room as Klaus stared at her seriously, only making her laugh harder.