autors noter: srry i havent updated in liek 5 yrs ! :( heres da next chaptr and i hope u guys liek it! and i relize i hav a bunch of spellin errors so im tryin to improve that! thANX
wat hapend a cuple saggy gonads ago:
THEY BOTH HEARD SOMETHING FROM THE BUSHES! WHAT DCOULD IT BEE? (lol i didnt even mean 2 make that pun!)
oh yeah and its nighttime did i mention tat i made it nighttime bc its more sp00ky
BUT ANYWAY WHAT COULD BE IN THE BUSHES? (super duper califragliciousexpadocious plot twist cuming up!)
wats hapenin now:
the doc got all cautius and shit and pulled out his dildo i mean sonic screwdriver "thats a noise comin from bush o a omg"
"president bush?!" clara sayd bc shes dumb and i h8 her
"no ders literlly nose comin from dat bush over the- wTF IS DAT!" doctor said
"DID SIOMEONE SAY BEES? !?" the mystry dood said
"no" the doctor said
"what" said mystry dood
"WTF IS WRUNG W/ UR FACE ITS SO UGLY" doctor said
"listen here cumslut im just here for the bee and if it isnt her-" mystry dood said
"ur so hot mystry dood" clara said
"SHUT UP ROLY POLY RAVIOLI" both doc and mystry dood said at da same time... "!" "OMG TWINSIES! 3" both doc and mystry dood said again, den they both squeled
anyway mystry dood put his "im hardcore" face back on and sayd right 2 claras face "I know you're an army doctor and you've been invalided home from Afghanistan. I know you've got a brother who's worried about you, but you won't go to him for help because you don't approve of him—possibly because he's an alcoholic, more likely because he recently walked out on his wife. And I know that your therapist thinks your limp's psychosomatic, quite correctly I'm afraid. That's enough to be going on with, don't you think?"
clara started crying
"btw the name is shercock holmos and the address is 221 b cooker street, now where's the fucking bee"
NEW CHAPTER COMIN UP SOON!