Spongebob Squarepants As Humans Novels & Stories

“Do you really still do that?’ I shrug, “Spongebob is awesome.” They both laugh at my childish reply. I feign offense as I pull April onto my lap and wrap my arms around her. “Hey, you join me too.” April shrugs. “I never claimed to be mature either. I mean, there’s just something about that perpetually happy yellow sponge that gets me here,” she points a finger to the center of her chest. Santana gives us an incredulous grin and shakes her head. “You two are perfect for each other.”

I tried easing the pressure that I felt in my chest even though I knew that being tense would not make the phone ring, but it didn't work out for me. After some minutes of almost doing completely nothing except for waiting for her to call my Dad's phone, I turned on the TV. I switched the channel when I could not stand the amount of hugs a male character in a movie was giving his son. It looked absurd. Way too much for a boy of his age to bear. After flipping through the channels, I stopped as I saw SpongeBob SquarePants on the screen. It was about starting when the phone rang. Quickly, I picked it up.

He began to speak in a slow manner. "🎤Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?🔊" "🎤Spongebob Squarepants!🔊" "🎤Absorbant and yellow and poreous is he~🔊" "🎤Spongebob Squarepants...🔊" The expressions of the people nearby were already on the brink of collapse. Andrew seemed entirely unfazed and composed, singing through to the climax, "🎤Spongebob Squarepants, Spongebob Squarepants...🔊"

I ended up watching SpongeBob because it was just on and I didn't feel like changing the channel, I'm a big kid, so it was interesting enough. I'm laid there, still, when I felt a slight touch on my ass. Kinda like Jon's hand had twitched or shifted in his sleep and brushed my ass. I thought nothing of it and kept watching TV. Not even 5 minutes later, though, I feel it again. Like a grazing hand on my ass cheek. And then again, this time, it was like a gentle squeeze, which both surprised me and made me a little excited.

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.

Clover was the only person allowed to visit me and he was the only reason I still had my friggin' sanity intact. "Clover can I tell you a secret," I said dropping my voice to its lowest. He moved closer with a sinister look on his face. I closed the distance and put my hands around his ear. "I want to fuck him. I want him so deep in my punani, it grazes my friggin' soul." "Huh?" Clover jerked with a puzzled look. "Fuck who?" I sighed. "SpongeBob Square pants." I slapped my forehead again as his face glowed missing the sarcasm. "I'm talking about Eric. You Idiot!"

Her natural jet black hair was trapped to her skin because of the water running freely on it and causing it wet. Before long, for about 30 minutes she was out in her purple bathrobe going over to the TV set to switch the news channel to something much better. 'Sponge Bob square pants' 'Spongyyyy boooob square pants!' She sat on her bed with her robe still on and her focus not straining away from the cartoon displaying on the medium sized flat screen television. Her brother sent Todd in to bring her popcorn and strawberry ice cream. "Where should I drop it?" Todd asked

He barks when SpongeBob appears on TV. "You like SpongeBob, huh? Me too," I say as I continue having my cereal. After an hour or so of watching cartoon and trying to destract myself and my thoughts, I've already eaten one bar of chocolate and a quarter of the ice-cream is already settling down in my tummy. I'll have the cake later.

I mentally rolled my eyes. He opened his mouth to say whatever he was about to, but a phone call interrupted him. Shocker. The universe wanted me to die of curiosity. He groaned and gave me a pleading and apologetic look before answering the call. He blinked continuously as the person spoke. He froze, looking mortified. "What do you mean SpongeBob started playing?" I had a feeling that this was going to be very entertaining. "I told you to open the presentation on my laptop before hooking it up to the meeting projector."

This was turning out to be the most complicated case I've handled in a while. "Hey, what's new?" "Aaron, come look at this." I explained everything from the pictures to him, and he too pinched his forehead in confusion. "We'll do one thing after another." "First, let's call Sonic the Hedgehog one more time." I looked at Xavier to see if he understood what Aaron was blabbering about, but he was also obviously lost. "I mean, blue-haired guy, you two buffoons." "Oh, Mr. William!"