SpongeBob SquarePants may be the best storyteller of all time. It seems only appropriate that he would narrate a typical college student's Saturday night.

It's Saturday night and you and your friends have decided it's time to let go of the week's accumulated stress.

Soon enough, you're dressed to the nines, and ready to impress all your haters and many strangers.

It's time to decide who is going to walk into the party first and your friends choose you; waves of nerves overcome you as you chant:

A plethora of smells (the jocks, the frat boys, choking perfumes, etc.) overwhelm you.

It's not too long before your outfit is trashed, and your friends have taken many embarrassing pictures of you to share in the future.

It's only a matter of time before some strange individual you are not into starts hitting on you.

Eventually, it's time to get out of there because things start getting weird, however, rounding up your friends can be difficult.

As you tread home at 2 a.m., you feel as though you are hitting...

By the time you wake up between the hours of 12 and 4 p.m. the next afternoon, you are fatigued, dehydrated -- starving.

Who knew Spongebob could be this relatable?