B-dawg and M-units Struggle for FREEDOM

Today our business tech teacher Mrs. Chambers informed me and my homie OG B-dawg that our blogs were un appropriate, to some people. Yet as she read them out loud pretty much everyone in our class laughed. We didnt get in trouble but we arent allowed to express our freedom the right way anymore. Being hated on by the man even more.
PSHHH

So here is my new blogg.

Me and J-quantelle were jogging through the woods to get to grandmas house and give her a basket of goodies. On the way we ran into the big bad B-dawg. He tried to steal the basket of goodies. He didnt get it, because of my superior skill in Fujitsu and Judo. I reduced him to a pulp of broken bones in a matter of seconds, while J-quantelle ran around in circles screaming hoping to scare the natorious B-dawg off.
Shortly after the epic battle of the Basket, we arrived at grandma John's house. She wouldnt open the door so we walked in. When i looked in her bed where she usually slept there was something wrong. She looked different, so i picked up a baseball bat from inside her closet. I walked over to the bed and smashed the heck out of the lump of not G-ma John. But when i moved the covers it was actualy a lump of pillows with a note in it.
The note read:
I have your grandma JOHN. Bring 19 chocolate chip cookies and 5 red bulls to my house or ima kick her in the shin.


............To Be Continued