But on one beautifully sunny day, when I was ready to make what I believed would be a simple design, my ego was shattered, and the confidence in my skills were crushed into the ground...
... and then squished into tiny pieces that take forever to get out of the carpet.
If you still think highly of my skills by the end of this post, then I know you are a true friend. Because it was me... I was the one who ruined the pineapple under the sea.
For some bizarre reason, I thought Sponge Bob needed teeth implants, and heavy-duty eyelash extensions (waterproof, of course). Like a flashback to Bob's early adolescence, he awkwardly stumbled around trying to find his identity despite his super oily skin and wonky teeth, while displaying all the signs that he was quite likely dropped on the head as a baby.
In a sudden twist of events, someone attacked Sponge Bob's face (behind my back!), causing him to bleed all over his new braces. It was like Hannibal Lector finally met The Joker... and became my cupcake.
the least amount of trauma to take to the party: