Ello mon pallies! It's so fabby writing for ya'll again! I have had soo many projects. Oy! Gotta love high school! Haha anyway I am FINALLY getting this sequel up. I don't have any real plans for where it is going so I will take it one chappie at a time and breathe. Haha. I have decided to start this now because I really don't want to be doing a history project at this moment in time. Haha yes I know I am such a procrastinator. I am vair sorry! Enjoy the sequel to Heggy Heggy Ho! If you haven't read it, you might want to read it first and then read this story. Reviews are always welcomed on both stories! I am shooting for more then 87 reviews by the time this story is over. I am so not complaining about last stories number of reviews. Just aiming for more. Haha! Thanks to all again and keep reading!

1 minute later

"Dave! Relax and don't do anything that will cause of fistcuff at twilight. You know that

isn't vair appropriate!"

"Since when do I care about being remotely appropriate? Plus he hurt you! I can't just

stand by and watch you being upset. It's all because of the stupid arse head. I could yodel

so loud!! I am that mad!"

2 seconds later

Ermm yodel? That's a first. Well maybe not for him. But a first for venting anger. That is

le fact.

1 minute later

What the fresh hell is with the dog panting? And it is NOT me this time. I am not saying

there was any other time either. Rightio. Let's just pretendy that the Sex Kitty never said

that. So we are moving on.

5 seconds later

It is Dave who is panting if you dim groovsters didn't quite catch that. I have no reason to

be panting like a twit fank you very much.

6 minutes later

We are STILL standing here. Staring at Masimo. Panting like a doggy. Again I'm not the

one panting. So get that concept through your vair thick head that's covering your

noggin. Just make sure the concept gets through on a safe and turbulence free trip to the

brain waves. You know I never really paid attention if bio so I am vair sorry if I messed

up on the terminology. Rosie and I seemed to believe that bio was the perfect class to talk

about Viking horn sizes. One size does not fit all. Ellen, the ditherspaz, flung hers out

into the crowd once. It wasn't pretty. Nope nopers. Nobody likes to get horns stuck in

their bum-oley. I know I wouldn't. That would hurt vair bad. At least it was just Mark

Big Gob. We didn't have to feel bad at all. It was fabby beyond hillario and brillo pads.

3 seconds later

Right. Back to the bigger picture. Not literally cause I am quite to fabby to be captured in

a picture. How many times do I have to tell you that the things I say aren't to be taken

seriously? They are quotes. Get it? Got it? Good! Oh dee bee. The things I do for you.

That was not supposed to be taken as dirrty either. Something is truly wrong with you

groovsters. But then again life wouldn't be interesting if we were all normal. Normal

people worry me. That is deffo le fact. Hmph.

1 minute later

Oh utter crap! Dave is walking towards Masimo. It looks quite comical cause his hair is

blowing back as he is walking and he is taking over dramatic steps. Quite hillario. If this

wasn't a bad time to be laughing, I would be laughing my arse off.

2 minutes later

I am on the grass laughing like a laughy thingy on laughy tablets.

Sorry if that wasn't my best chappie ever written. I'm just getting back into the swing of writing again. Love ya'll in of course a nonlezzie way!!! Don't forget to review please! Hope you enjoyed!

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