Yo Mama Jokes Spongebob Novels & Stories

I groaned. “Mom, I’m really not in the mood for jokes. It was a long drive and I’m getting a killer headache.” “Because you are drinking too much,” she mumbled. Darting my line of vision to her I wanted to talk back. ‘Well you offered,’ my subconscious screamed. “This isn’t a joke,” Justin now had a thick accent like he was from bloody England. Ha, see what I did there? “Mother,” I chastised which had my Mom standing up. She gave me the same stare when she caught me coming home at 5 a.m. hanging out with my friends and soap bombing the town’s water fountain. “What?” I fiend innocence.

When I looked at them, I saw Rod and Yu's faces, both looking annoyed, wearing their pajamas. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh at their SpongeBob pajamas. The attorney chuckled beside me. "You looked cute," attorney teased them, "Grandma!" the two kids shouted, running to their grandma to hug her. "Don't cling to me," Rod grumbled, irritated by what happened. "As if I want to get close to you," Yu said, disgusted. I gave them both a stern look. "You guys looked like a duck!" "Babe/March!" They complained.

Even though I've tried to be quiet, they always have a way of bothering me. I also slapped Sonya for no reason. That time, Sonya made fun of Mom, who had been in a coma for years. She used to call me a motherless child. She also said that I was born from a mummy. I was so angry when she made fun of Mom and me.

I dug a shallow hole, pooped in it, covered it up, wiped with a leaf, and called Zion over to dig up the “ube.” Mama whipped me after that—Zion cried nonstop after grabbing the “special” ube. I was probably the only person laughing while getting spanked. Zion was right in front of me, and I couldn’t stop laughing at his horrified face. So yeah, I got whipped even more. Zion still hasn’t forgotten. He gets mad whenever I look at him and laugh for no reason—he knows exactly what I’m thinking. See? We’re eating, but I’m telling you poop stories. Sorry about that. Hehe.

"THERE!!" "BASTARD MONKEY!!!" I whined while covering my chest. A goofy smile appeared on Bennet's lips when he saw my bra. "Hmmm. Spongebob huh!" It was like a hot wind whistling in my ears. Sweetness! "What's wrong with a bra with a Spongebob print on it?!" I whine. "Nothing," replied Bennet. "Spongebob is cute. And it's cuter when it was printed on brassiere in... A Cup?"

Yes_you_suck (Mia) Oh God, cal, this is Liam. Cereal_killer Wow. I_pooped Wow. Chloe_awesome_scott Wow. I_love_my_mommy Um...since everyone is doing it...wow. I_pooped Lmao. I already know that I will love you. Yes_you_suck Excuse me, soph? I_love_my_mommy Well, soph, I will not blame you. I love myself too. Cereal_killer But, I thought you love your mommy? I_love_my_mommy

"She talks like the words on SpongeBob SquarePants." My mouth fell open in mock surprise. "You know, you're right! Will you tell her?" She shrugged. "She's nice and I think she can't help it." Zara gave me a look of censure and went back to her strawberry ice cream. Something along the lines of Only a real dickhead would make fun of how someone talks, you idiot. She was so her mother's daughter.

"You're laughing? I just had to bribe some 24-hour convenience store clerk to rifle through their storage closet for this!" Saben snorted behind his hand, observing his dad. Benedict wagged his finger. "Don't laugh, kiddo. Your mom is a menace. You have no idea how silly I sounded at the counter." Sabrina laughed ahead. "'Excuse me, sir, do you sell spicy mango pickles for my pregnant wife who will kill me if I don't get them home'?" Benedict shook his head. Saben burst into a fit of laughter, his hands slapping together. "Daddy, you're funny!"

The TV was on and my kids' joy knew no bounds. "Mama! Let's watch nickelodeon." Rhian squealed happily as she sat beside me. I took the remote and changed the channel looking for nickelodeon. "What's there to watch?" I frowned at the cartoon they were showing. "Mom! Don't tell me you don't like sponge Bob square pant? Aishh! Mom's old school." Ryan palmed her face. "You don't say that to me. I'm not old school but new school." I laughed.

Irritated, Barbara slapped him and said, "Why are you crying? No one died in this house." The five or six-year-old Jerry Miller cried and said sadly, "Mom is mean, Mom is a witch. I don't like Mom anymore!" Barbara, already in a bad mood, was even more angered by her son's public mockery, making her want to slap him again. The mother and son created a chaotic scene in the living room. Madam Martínez had a displeased expression and said calmly, "Haley, after signing the contract, come to my study with me."