Spongebob Monologue

So I’m a King, with a Queen, who is no mute at all. She speaks. Also, she’s a mermaid. Confused? So was I. However, after a long conversation with my newly wedded wife, everything is still perfect. It was destiny. We had to be together.

"Bye mom!" I yell as I walk out the door on my way to school. My mom reminds

“ We are at your house,” I said. When I saw Ponyboy running out of his house and telling me to go with him and run away. I was thinking of asking him, but did it anyway. “ Ponyboy, where are we going?” I said. He told me that we are just going to the park and come back home. We were at the park hanging out, until the Socs came.

"Books for Sale!" I exclaim while trying to think how I can pay for rent next month.

Killing must feel good to god too… he does it all the time. Without hesitation, without a scratch of a though against his head he lets it happen and he lets the action run its course again and again and again.

"Remember the good o'l days spongebob?" Squidward says whilst being sexualy assulted.*Ten years ago* "Hey squidward whats with that wierd paper holder you got there?", squidward "Hey!, don't touch that or you'll!" *papaers scatter to the ground after spongebob knocks it over* gee sorry squidward..... "You better be!, I just now got all of my music notes filed in order and YOU!! had to ruin them!" Squidwad screams with intense anger. "Hey! What about me?! Why do you never include me in your conversations!" Patrick says in aggony. "Because sponge bob here is the one and only culprit idiot!" squidward explains. " Well what was so imprtant about that wierd paper holder squidward?" Sponge bob questions. "Thats not a "paper holder" it's called a

Eugene Krabs: Arg! You better be ready, You’re 15 minutes late! Even Squidboy got here before you!

Your Dad will always be the best D.J. I don’t think you realize how talented you dad is. Gabi, if you need anything I will be here for, if you need anything I will help. I remember at the cast and crew party your dad started a dance competition , and he jumped in and did the worm, I started laughing my head off. Another memory was at the Mom Prom. He played a very popular song, Hit the quan, and he didn’t know how to do it do I taught him how to do it. He loved the dance. The last memory I had of your dad was at Field Day last year. He turned on the annual Chicken dance, and I did it with him it was do fun. Gabi, you and your family will always be in my family’s prayers. If you need any help with anything, I will be there. You have always

You might be wondering why my baby is on the wall. She is one crazy little girl. Her name is Lily Preston and she’s 3 yrs old and loves her duckie named poonie. I’m Dave and i’m 36. It’s just me and lily at the house now. Lily’s mother died when giving birth but I have to stay strong and be the best single father I can be. I had a huge business meeting at work today so I had to hire a babysitter for lily and it’s kinda scary to leave a new stranger in your house with your child alone. The babysitter turns out to be an amazing girl, she is 17, has great education and grades, has a job, can drive, is trustworthy and her name is Amanda. When I got back from work around 5pm, Amanda told me that Lily was playing in her room and that she was leaving.

“Not ones our age.” I pegged him at no more than early thirties, but that could be due to the scruff coating his jawline.

All i could hear was the faint yelp of a gravely injured man. As i looked around, i found the source of the adamant yelling.

A particularly nasty group pf men set at the far end of the bar, their drunken crooning filling the rest of the tavern with horrid, off key notes. From what Marco heads from their legible conversation, much of what they "say" are merely drunken slurs, it appears that they are a band of mercenaries or something similar.

I fnishing talking to an annoying girl, and suddenly I hear a bang. I search the room and find Naomi on the ground holding her head, she's shaking back and forth mumbling things I can understand.

"Uhh Zach, you live in L.A." Corbyn said as he read over the smaller boy's sweatshirt. "I bought it when I was living in Texas" Zach said sitting down causing his sweatshirt to slip a bit higher up his thigh.

I can't stop thinking of Darry tonight. His crying really left me BEWILDERED. Sodapop and I ain't ever seen Darry cry before. He's always put on a strong face for us, I never thought I'd be the one to open the floodgates, I thought he hated me. For a while it actually almost felt like Darry wasn't even human, just someone there to constantly nag us, well, mainly me. Thinkin' back though I know "Darry did care about me, maybe as much as he cared about Soda, and because he care, he was trying too hard to make something of me.". I mean, it is my fault he gave up his future, sure would make sense that he'd want to dictate mine. That's also been going through my head a lot. Darry could be living near those Socs, over in the west side. I keep on