Book 23

Yo so my man man Odysseus tries to go get his girl back, spittin game and what not. But his main girl Peneope aint having none of that. She aint beilevin a word thats comin out his mouf. so she tries to play a trick on my boy saying to go make the bed and how she moved it and what not. But yo, my man made the bed himself in an olive tree so noone can move it. So Odysseus starts gettin angry with his girl askin her how it got moved. But she was just playing a trick on my man to make sure it was her husband. She started cryin and what not, pissin me off. So my man and his girl started hugging eachother and kissin and i was like man why dont i get any. And then me and my boy Harry Potter went home and thats the end of our story, and you know this mannnnnnnnn.

Returinin home

So we got home right and we pull up to odysseus' place and we see that all of these losers have come in and taken over his place. alright well this is not cool and we all are like yo this aint right...so we come up with a masterful plan. odyssesus will fight them all bu himself and we will watch him and cheer him on to victory because he is pretty much the man and never loses...you could say he is undefeated haha. well anyways he takes the bow and strings it in one try not even breakin a sweat. erbody is like "what the F" but we all know who it really is. you will learn about all our other stuff later.

Sea Perils and Defeat

Alright we are back with another fresh tale of the harry potter chronicles. So we got our man odyssesus holding it down with us and making everything relaxing and we are all happy and all that jazz. But we dont know that just ahead of us there is these two gangsters ready for a rap battle. one is scylla and the other is charypdis. so when we get there odyssesus tries to rap battle them and of course beats them both because he is the dopest rapper alive. so then we get back home and we have a very fun time....

UMMMMMMM we are Harry And Albus

Alright yo this is harry potter coming out your speakers straight to yo sneakers me and my homeboi albus dumbledore would like to introuduce ourselves. we are straight out of gyser and wilton and we know the hood life. we are diciples of oyseesus the made up character of ancient greece i think. this blog tells of our stories and travels with our clan. we got mad wizard skills...master chief is jealous she aint got nothing on us

The Grace of the Witch

Yo this ya boy Albus Dumbledore, i'm on my way home to Ithaca with my boy Odysseus. We've had a couple of stops along the way especially on the island of Aeaea. Yo we landed up on that joint and my main man had his boys go check out the island for the witch Circe. They got to that witches house and she turned my boys into swine. My main man was having that so he went to go save them. He got to the witches house and she tried to use her magic on him but he wasnt having any of that. So she took my boy into her room and they did the dirty. We stayed on the island for mad long but then we had to go, my boy aint getting any anymore.

The Journey To The Land Of The Cyclops.

Yo my main man Odyssesus was traveling to da land of da cyclops when all of a sudden we heard his say "yo playas you be trippin all over my territory." Our fearles thug leader Odyssesus being the crazy mofo that he is decides to have a rap battle with this one eyed monster. It was looking good for my homie until the cyclops hit us with this little number..."You said the way my blue eyes shined,Put those Georgia stars to shame that nightI said: "That's a lie"Just a boy in a Chevy truck,That had a tendency of gettin' stuck,On backroads at nightAn' I was right there beside him all summer longAn' then the time we woke up to find that summer'd goneBut when you think: Tim McGraw,I hope you think my favorite songThe one we danced to all night long:The moon like a spotlight on the lakeWhen you think happiness,I hope you think: "That little black dress"Think of my head on your chest,An' my old faded blue jeansWhen you think Tim McGraw,I hope you think of meSeptember saw a month of tears,An' thankin' God that you weren't here,To see me like thatBut in a box beneath my bed,Is a letter that you never read,From three summers backIt's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet,An' lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe:When you think: Tim McGraw,I hope you think my favorite songThe one we danced to all night long:The moon like a spotlight on the lakeWhen you think happiness,I hope you think: "That little black dress"Think of my head on your chest,An' my old faded blue jeansWhen you think Tim McGraw,I hope you think of meAnd I'm back for the first time since then:I'm standin' on your street,An' there's a letter left on your doorstep,An' the first thing that you'll read:Is: "When you think: Tim McGraw,"I hope you think my favorite song"Some day you'll turn your radio on,I hope it takes you back to that placeWhen you think happiness,I hope you think: "That little black dress"Think of my head on your chest,An' my old faded blue jeansWhen you think Tim McGraw,I hope you think of meOh, think of me,MmmmYou said the way my blue eyes shined,Put those Georgia stars to shame that nightI said: "That's a lie"". Now we were impressed and he knew he ran the show...so we were forced to stay in his crib for the night. He had all his ladies there and he didnt even share any of them. By the end of the night we had him trippin on who know what when we stabbed him in the eye...he was blinded and furious. we didnt even know what to do because he was on a rampage and it was mad scary. the next thing I remember we were riding on the underhood of a couple of his mustangs on there way to a car show. it was a killer idea by our fearless leader and we got to keep the cars. so we pretty much were safe