Spongebob Stories Novels & Stories

One time at work I'd even heard a co-worker called me the-Squidward-from-spongebob. Exactly why I hated them. That morning I'd just gotten up and, traditionally, said my good mornings to Sam triple zero eight, then the story stroke up. We were having a conversation of a book I'd just finished reading, 'No, Mr Harry Botter, do not turn me into a witch.' Believe me, it was a real book alright. The author was named Harry Botter, so he was the main character of his novel. Stories like that, what do they call them again? Paranormal stories, they were always fun to read. Partly because they were stupid, other part, they were nonsense. Nothing but ridiculous lies.

DAMON 'Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?' The television yelled. "Spongebob SquarePants!" My seven-year-old niece squealed in response. From where I was, I watched her move her upper body energetically to the rest of the theme song and when the end came, I took over.

“What? I was just kidding but truth to be told, you holding on to your virginity like Spongebob holding on to his Krabby Patty in yesterday episode...” “My virginity will rot? That’s….ew.” She was referring to a Spongebob Squarepants episode where he created a Krabby Patty and rather than eating it, he kept the patty until it rots and become all worms and rotten. “Me and my cartoons. I can’t help it. The kids are forcing me to watch their shows. I even bought Netflix and they are overpowering the TV.” Rosa laughed. “And what does hubby thinks about this?” Clara grinned. “Tim likes them getting distracted with TV because it gives us more opportunity for some sexy time.”

Maya and I laid lazily on my couch, watching Ted over and over again till we became tired. Most of the time, Tristan and the thunder buddy song raced through my thoughts. I hadn't been seeing much of him since he saved me from taking a blow. I grabbed the remote and changed the channel to Nickelodeon. My eyes brightened when I saw SpongeBob on screen. Even if I was eighteen, SpongeBob was definitely a cartoon I'd never stop watching. How could anyone be like SpongeBob? He was very annoying and didn't know when to quit, but I still loved him.

Even if they are playing dumb but still they never failed to stitch a smile on our lips. My favorite cartoon of all is SpongeBob. The fact that makes me want SpongeBob is that the jolliness of him, the laugh, the giggle, and especially the emotion. Never saw SpongeBob planted angst on anyone. And what better way to watch a movie on the couch is to eat your breakfast. Daddy cooked it for me before he leaves me here. Typical breakfast that captivates my cravings in the morning. Fried rice, fried egg, and hotdog and added with fish fillet. Literally, he is the perfect husband material for me. Quite ashamed of myself for not cooking breakfast for him but since my body still feels sore and tired,

"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.

I wake up, clean, make sure he has something to eat, clean again then sleep. But that wasn't all there was to me. I wanted my boss. I wanted him so bad that I fucked my dildo while thinking of him every night. I wanted those veiny hands to spank my ass while his fingers explored my insides. I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore.

“You're my honeybunch, sugarplum. Pumpy-umpy-umpkin. You're my sweetie pie. You're my cuppycake, gumdummo, boogeyman, snowbear, you're the apple of my eye. And I love you so and I want you to know, that I'll always be right here. And I want to sing sweet songs to you because you are so dear... “I held both of his hands. “Sorry, I’m not sure of the lyrics. Haha, don't be as stupid as that brown square… Who’s that again? “ “Tss, you’re changing the subject.” “Guess first.” “Brown and square? What is that?” “If in ‘Your Stranger’ by Ms. International_Pen, the yellow cheese is called SpongeBob, what about in our story? Guess the brown square. SpongeBob is for Zhio because he’s smart. And you’re

“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.”

2:05pm Squidward : We're gonna binge all kdrama. 2:05pm SpongeBob : Aye 2:06 pm Squidward : Have you seen the new recommendations?. 2:07pm SpongeBob : Nope. 2:08pm Squidward : Don't tell me you've not seen the space sweepers?. 2:09 pm SpongeBob : No… "Gotcha" Sabrina's voice startled Angelina, making her drop her phone, "chatting during work?" she scowled at her.