Spongebob Ipsum

Moss always points to civilization. nonsense, my vocabulary is infinitely expanding! squidward, your ceiling is talking to me.. Moss always points to civilization. see, no one says cool anymore. that's such an old person thing. now we say coral, as in that nose job is so coral. that's it mister! you just lost your brain privileges! you're nothing but pure evil! just like the newspaper comics! oh, tartar sauce. do you smell it? that smell. a kind of smelly smell. the smelly smell that smells... smelly..

Don't genius live in lamps? i am the master at kara-tay. squidward? squidward! the sky had a baby from my cereal box! it's a vast swirling wonderland of sparkling white pleasure. let it fill your senses with cascading fluffy pillows of excitement, and comfort, as you've never felt before. don't you dare take the name of texas in vain. a five letter word for happiness... money. sponge, i'm a big man. a big, big man! insurance is what i need for a crabby patty. oh! i didn't realize it was happy hopping moron day! did i patrick? did i? or did your criminal mind hypnotize me to steal it? do instruments of torture count? more soup for your arm pit? seaweed: 50% sea, 50% weed. i have checks, with little poodles on them. either you (a) put the dime in me pants, (b) put the dime in me pants, or (c) put the dime in me pants! this city needs to be destroyed! or at least painted another color. holographic meatloaf? my favorite! that song was so righteous! would you...sign my pants? i'll never forget your one-hundred-percent all-secret patty, secretly assembled with undersea cheese, pickles, lettuce, tomato, onion, all secretly steaming between two fluffy seaweed sea buns. well, we're both invertebrates, aren't we? i'm cheating, mrs. puff! i'm cheating!.

Patrick! you forgot how to eat again! come on, we'll get the funnel. squidward, you're steaming. you're like a steamed vegetable, only smarter. you mean what we thought they thought we think and thought they thought? a five letter word for happiness... money. yeah, uhh... i'm with the pet hospital down the street and i understand you have a dying animal on the premises... either you (a) put the dime in me pants, (b) put the dime in me pants, or (c) put the dime in me pants! oh, tartar sauce. you'll never guess what i found in my sock last night. go ahead, guess!.