through out history many stories have been told at many a campfire but while still being true some of these are skewed and while still being true some of the finer details are left out to make the stories more palatable. im about to dust of the old cobwebs of a story many of us have heard and tell it like it happened. i would know because i was there. im going to rehash the story of david and goliath.
there was a petite young boy named david in a small village named david that enjoyed his afternoons frollicking in fields of flowers aimlessly chaising after butterflies pretty much minding his own. in this very same villiage lived a pro wrestler named goliath that hated david for his frolicking and dainty acts with butterflies. he hated pretty much everything. including toast, especially toast with powdered sugar. goliath was a mountain of a man whos voice boomed through out the lands like an explosive rooster. one day david was up to his usual daily act frollicking after butterflies and