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Sponge Bob: A Photo Essay

My hatred of Sponge Bob is legendary among my family and acquaintances.  The reasons are legion, and I won't go into them here.  Just take my word for it.

So at my birthday party, Kala (who knows my dislike but doesn't share it) bought me as a gag gift a Sponge Bob pinata, filled with candy and gave me a length of plastic pipe for pounding it.  How thoughtful!

I accept your challenge, Mr. Bond.

Bob tried to make himself at home.

He didn't even take off his shoes before propping his feet on the couch.  Then he went snooping.

In my office.  The cheek!  He even left a little "present" behind.

Then he got tired and decided to lie down for a nap.

On my bed!  Now was the time . . .

But he proved resilient. So we took him to the front yard.

He tried to make a getaway, but in true Bob fashion, he muffed it.

Out in the back yard, he met with an accident.

The angry gods demanded sacrifice before spring will come:

Still, he bounced back, only to meet with another betrayal.

This softened him up for what came next:

At which point, we disposed of the evidence:



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Jan. 19th, 2017 04:33 pm (UTC)
Jan. 20th, 2017 06:40 pm (UTC)
Man, oh man! I used to hate Barney, but I never went that far!
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