That dog was filled with the power of Satan. David took a stand, stood up to that omnipotent dog and slew that evil beast. The children all rejoiced as we all were finally freed from the vicious canine's reign of terror. All of us present joyously attempted to hoist the Mighty David upon our shoulders (though we buckled and ultimately failed under his extreme weight). We could only explain our inability to lift him on the fact that he was filled with the Lord (however, ex post, his grossly obese figure would explain a lot).
This would not be the last time David saved his fellow man from the grip of terror. I'll never forget the time in the airport when Radical Islamists were planning to hijack our airplane. David had received a message from the Lord (or maybe God told his father, who relayed the message, I can't remember the exact details; nevertheless though) that Muslims were going to commandeer our aircraft and crash the plane into the Statue of LIberty (because they hate us for our freedom). David heroically concealed a handgun within his luggage knowing that it would be discovered by security (but nevertheless valiantly put himself in that precarious position anyway). When our diligent TSA workers discovered the firearm, the Muslims were terrified of David's brashness and knew that God was not on their side, calling off their terrorist plan as a result. These are but two examples of when David saved my life...
I still pray before I go to bed every night, thanking God for giving us the Huckabees...true American heroes. God Bless You...Everyone one of you









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