No
I'm not doing it. I can tell. I'm not.
Just some random DeviantArt shit, proving that I'm not outta recycled bits yet. Before you start flaming and asking me where the fuck this came from, I had no idea where the fuck this came from back in October 2007 and I still have no idea where the fuck this came from now.
Disclaimer: The usual 'don't own them' guff. Now I'm going to bed.
No.
Noooooo no.
No.
I'm not doing it.
I can tell. I'm not.
I'm not doing it.
I am not kissing her.
I am not in the same room as her.
I'm not blushing at the thought of her.
I did NOT jack off last night because of her.
But I'm not kissing her the most.
I'm not.
No.
I'm not.
Yeah. No.
That feeling on my lips? That's, that's just icecream.
Yeah, I'm just eating icecream.
I'm at Goofy Goobers with SpongeBob eating icecream.
That's why my lips are tingling.
It's icecream.
It's – in NO WAY WHATSOEVER – related to me kissing her.
Her, her soft, beauti…Aack.
I'm not.
I'm not doing it.
I tell you, I'm not doing it – I'm not kissing her.
I'm not doing it I'm not doing it I'm not doing it I'm not doing it I'm … I'm …
I'm doing it, aren't I.
Only when it occurred to him that he was, in fact, doing it did he pull away from the kiss. He could still see his breath steaming up the screen, imprinted only with the mark of his lips.
Pause.
Then, "shit." Squidward sighed. "I'm in love with ya, Karen."
