روايات وقصص ضمن Spongebob I Ripped My Pants

He was wearing all white, with a polo shirt and white cargo pants and white desert boot yeezy sneakers, our outfits complemented each other quite well. He ordered the uber once I had finished my makeup whilst I was pre-drinking. "You look good and smell good babe", he complimented me as we were walking out the building. "Thank you", I responded getting into the uber and connecting the aux. "SpongeBob pet Gary, I'm a slimy mother fucker, Lookin' for a fairly odd mother like my name Crocker, green goblin not the grinch, stealin' out the stockings, how to dance , the chick from grease the pots stole made from crocker, oh the teeny bop pull up like a diaper on a toddler (huh, huh) strong like a

SpongeBob SquarePants is playing on the TV. I bring down the volume deciding to nap for a bit. I come awake when the ground moves beneath me. My eyes open to slits. Niko is carrying me to our bedroom. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. He places me softly on the bed covering my legs with the comforter but I sit up pushing it away before untying the knot on my robe. Pulling it from underneath me and tossing it to the floor. I notice he has removed his suit jacket and bow tie. The sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbow. He looks good like that.

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?"

"I'm not that curvy. Stop exaggerating. And besides, I'm so slim. Can't you see it?" I turned back to look at the mirror, held my waist, twirling from side to side so I could view my butt from the mirror. "Oh my, I've got a beautiful body," I adored myself. Being crazy, I squatted a little, and began to twerk, although I wasn't sure I was getting it right. Well, left to me, I'd say I always danced like my beloved… SpongeBob SquarePants. "Can't you see my ass, huh? See my ass. My beautiful ass, huh? Crazy ass," I began to sing as well. Moving my hands to my hairline, I played my fingers from my forehead to my butt, dancing like some kind of stripper. Crazy me.

Deciding to ignore her, I just rolled my eyes and put my phone back in my jeans. "Does she have a "like" syndrome? I heard it's deadly, especially for brain cells," It's a miracle! JerkAss actually said something right and bright. "MR. LANGSTON!" A shout came from the shop. We turn around and groaned when we saw it was the best friend of Sponge Bob, Patrick. -I made a joke. "Call me Reed, starfish." That's actually funny, "Mr. Langston is my father, the one with gray hairs and a lot of wrinkles." Now that's just plain rude.

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.

What’s more surprising is that I notice that he also has a heavy aura that surrounds him which is a unique thing for someone this young. He has fair white skin, pouty cute lips, black smooth hair, and chubby cheeks. He was wearing a cute Spongebob shirt, long pants, and cute Spongebob shoes as well. He has a bag on his back and it was a Spongebob too. "What's your name?" I asked while trying to make my voice as gentle as possible despite my expression being cold. He shook his head and changed his expression into a serious one, "I'm sorry but my father said that I shouldn't talk to strangers so I can’t tell you my name." He mumbled while trying to be serious which I found amusing and I even s

"Spongebob trianglepants." "Hey! It's squarepants!" She protested as she looked at me pouting and I found her so cute. I laughed and she looked at me flatly. "You're no F.U.N." She hissed.

she says, blushing a little. I shake my head to wake myself up. “Oh, sure thing.” I walk past her, my hands itching to touch her soft skin again but I manage to keep myself in check. I grab another t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants out of the drawers. This time, the t-shirt is even more ridiculous than before. Instead of Snoopy, it’s SpongeBob Squarepants doing a dance on the front. “Thanks,” she says, smiling up at me. “You like SpongeBob? I wouldn’t have guessed.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Harris's cursing voice followed closely. “This is outrageous! Are you young people trying to drive me crazy?!” The door opened, and Dimas looked at Harris, who was wearing SpongeBob pajamas. “I just finished bathing and changed into pajamas when your girlfriend called me, saying she is looking for you! What's this? Am I destined to be bullied by young people because I’m a lonely old man?!” Dimas looked at Harris, who held his phone with the screen still on.