the sad thing about the episode where squidward teaches an art class is that spongebob receives greater recognition despite having no creative vision. his work is technically impressive, but his otherwise powerful imagination fails him, and thus he churns out derivative slop. the thomas kincaid of the sea.

perhaps it is inevitable that a young man who views minimum wage toil as A Calling would, without even realizing it, fall prey to reactionary narratives of what makes art "great." spongebob would be the perfect fascist subject - but a fascist state, ironically, could never accept him, since he is effeminate and physically weak

a tshirt that says I LIKE YOU AND I'M TRYING TO UNDERSTAND YOU

I have evidence that proves Stalin was secretly Québécois

yeah I'm a fag. what about it . shows you a little boucy ball from my pocket with a giant bite taken out of it. now scram. ass hole

Hey bitches. Let’s fuck Monday hard

Hey bitches. Let’s fuck Tuesday hard

Celibacy Wednesday

Hey bitches. Let’s fuck Thursday hard

honestly clear running water's basically a conventionally attractive liquid so like you're not special for jerking off to it

3 cookies deep and it all starts to make sense

Cup of milk and i start moving like neo

life feels exactly like this now