Spongebob Sarcasm Novels & Stories

Sarcasm Sarcasm fixed 90% of his problems. Maybe the number of percentage was a little exaggerated but it was close to the catch. Sarcasm helped to soften blows and sometimes save him from conversations with basic straight white men who only communicated in base ball, coochie and trucks. He has used it to get passes into club and generally just made him a really attractive person to talk to..that's if he's conversing with a sensible witty person. "Guys...I'm so so sorry. This is all my fault, all of this. This is why I came here, so that's what she meant by say she already had who she thought was responsible…" Rachel thought back to the car conversation.

One corner of his mouth tilted — not in amusement. It was the kind of expression that made my chest tighten, the kind that suggested I'd said something particularly naive. Like watching a child insist that monsters don't exist while standing in a room full of them. His next breath came out as a scoff, short and sharp. "Yeah. But make sure to discuss personal life." The sarcasm slid under my skin before I could block it. There it was. The jab.

Sulking forgotten silent treatment abort! "Are you ready kids? (Aye, aye Captain) I can't hear you (aye, aye Captain) Ooh Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? (Spongebob Squarepants) Absorbant and yellow and porous is he (Spongebob Squarepants) If nautical nonsense be something you wish (Spongebob Squarepants) Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish! (Spongebob Squarepants) ready? Spongebob Squarepants Spongebob Squarepants

He huffs like I'm the one being complicated, "I saaaid, this...isn't...'Bastian Harr'son!" "...Is this Sebastian?" "No!" The man cheers, "This is TREVOR!" He screams the words "no, this is Trevor" exactly how Patrick Star from the cartoon Spongebob Squarepants screamed "no, this is Patrick" during the episode he was a cashier at The Krusty Krab taking phone calls, and it is then that I'm completely done with Sebastian's bullshit, and his friend's. When he starts laughing uncontrollably, I rub my eyes. "Well, Tre-vor, why are you calling me from Sebastian's phone?"

After fighting my way out of duvet jungle , I finally settle down…and right on time too! My favorite part of the introduction plays , and being a Spongebob fan – I mimic the yellow sponge dude. I pretend that I have a long yellow noise as him , and play it like a flute with him. I always did that , I will never miss any opportunity to copy that action. If I don’t do it , then I must be an imposter. Jason’s Pov

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.

I immediately threw the taco to the nearest bin and took out a wet tissue from my bag and quickly tried to clean the stain. "I'm so sorry.. I'm so sorry." I said repeatedly. "I can't believe this." He said in a deep voice.. that made me look up. Oh holy krabby patty spongebob.. Is he a greek god or something? How can I bump into a really handsome and hot guy? "I'm sorry." I said and our eyes met.. "I need to go so just give me this." He took my wet tissue and left. "Sorry!" I said and he just walked away at a great speed. I looked at his back. Oh shit my taco! I walked to the bin and looked at my taco. Shit! I just took a bite.. I closed my eyes and sighed.

He warned. “Well, SpongeBob isn't waking up at this time, because he pulled a late night." His scowl got even deeper and he sharply put his head back on my shoulder, mumbling some things I didn't understand. I laughed it off. “C'mon, time for breakfast. I made Mr Smiley Egg-face." I placed him on his chair, and his scowl was replace with a smile when he looked at his plate. He dove right in, eating really enthusiastically. As I watched him eat, my heart was really filled with joy and I couldn't help but let out a smile of my own.

The servant's voice was no longer excited. "Ah, it doesn't work, bro. I was a schoolboy I still have no money." Gerald answered lightly. I'm embarrassed. I want to sink my head into Bikini Bottom and register to be the mayor of Bikini Bottom. It is better to be friends with Patrick and Spongebob or to be Squidward's twins than to be with Gerald, which is embarrassing. "Come on, honey. Thanks for the free date, bro." Gerald hugged my back. I was silent because I was embarrassed.

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.