Dave Davidson

Dave Davidson was an ordinary, middle class, working man. Dave Davidson works at Walgreens with his friend, Steven Stevendel. Dave Davidson strongly dislikes the flavor of the fruit that is commonly known as a coconut. Dave Davidson enjoys the flavor of Chicken.


Dave Davidson has two daughters, Darcy and Dana Davidson, a wife, Danielle Davidson, and a dog, Duke Davidson. Dave Davidson lives in a habitual house in Springfield, Missouri.

One day, Dave Davidson picked up two dimes and a penny,

Then he exploded.

Then the whole world exploded.

The end.

daunting

dont you just hate it
            when “fish” refers to many of one species of aquatic creature

“fishes”
                       
  refers to many of multiple
                      species of the aquatic
                             
                                         creatures and “fish” also refers to a
              single aquatic creature

man
             thats just the worst

my personal favorite

 however
     
          is “fishies”
                            which refers
to any quantity
         of aquatic creatures




                                                              good day

Politics

My Mom is obsessed with politics. She never stops talking about it. Also she never stops talking about Donald Trump being unfit to be president. That affects me because I have to hear and watch about politics. Also I have to listen to my Mom and Dad talking about my Grandpa who voted for Donald Trump.

Since I can remember we went with my mom to vote every election year and never stopped. As a matter of fact, I became upset when the last election came because we could not go, the line was too long and we had to go to school. This helps me to understand what’s going on in our country.

In conclusion, I hate this house for having every single T.V. on MSNBC. It would be on in the living room, bedroom, or any other room that has a T.V.

The Christmas Dog! 🐶

                                 The Christmas Dog           

Once upon a time, there was a dog. 

Her name was Buttercup. Buttercup was a newborn Golden Retriever English Pit-Bull that was very strong, but unfortunately had been abandoned. She was put into a trash bag, making her suffocate.  She was just wanting to give up. She was panting so hard she almost died. 

She heard trucks and cars passing by, but she heard no voices. As she had been waiting there for a while, she suddenly heard voices walking by her. She barked, but very quietly to get their attention, and they were looking all around. Until one clever child opened the trash can next to her. 

She was panting so hard, and the girl saw a bag moving very quickly, so she opened it. Inside, she saw a skinny dog that she had known has been there for a while. 

She took her home, in a foster care, and she tried to hide it from Ms.Caroline ("mother") who would not allow any toys or pets in the house. But she slept with Buttercup in a closet nobody went in, and she decorated it with Christmas lights. 

She didn't let Ms. Caroline stop her.
 

PEC Live

In today's issue I will show you a new and adorable creature. I recently found a new thing called goldfish shows, and they have these things, they are called ranchu goldfish.

If you guys like them let me know and I’ll do a full segment on them. Any way, I was recently talking to one of my dear friends, Hekla Daydaughter.

Me) So Hekla, can you tell me about your favorite writing piece?
Hekla) Well, my latest update is my favorite, it’s about my least favorite meme.
Me) And what is that meme?
Hekla) The “that moment when” memes.
Me) And why do you hate them?
Hekla) Because half of the time you say them, but you don’t do the a funny face. Or at, anything enjoyable.
Me) Thank you for your time Ms. Hekla, I look forward to our next interview.


You guys let me know in the comments who you want interview next, on PEC Live.

That moment when

Memes, they are new to me, but I understand them.  My minnst uppáhalds meme is “that moment when”.  They’re so pirrandi! When you see a picture with a funny face and “joke” it makes sense, but when you say it, you are usually not even making a face!  It’s not funny, it’s not charismatic, but you know what it is?  Overused.

P.S.  some “meme lord” (hræðilegt nafn á leiðinni) will probably go to the comment section and defend this meme. Don’t waste your time, this is an opinion, so take your kúkur somewhere else. Þakka þér fyrir

my favorite meme

War 2

Me and the mayor are stuck in a closet, which felt like a 3000 psi (pressure per square inch) crusher, with no food or water. We thought we were going to die when someone came in and took us to the office where a huge and very armored guy was waiting for us to enter the room. He had a enormous hammer which he had picked up five seconds after we had entered the office. I was obligated to say help, but I couldn't bring myself to it because I was choking on my own breath. When we were about to get crushed I realized I still had a frag grenade!

(Search frag grenade in your browser for mon info)
Link to part one: http://74msms2017.blogspot.com/2017/11/war.html
(Copy and paste link to part one)

I pulled the pin and threw it at the ground and told the mayor to get down, but when it exploded nothing had happened! When he had stepped over the spot where the frag had gone off, the floor broke and he plummeted  three stories. We thought he was dead, but right when we were about to leave, he just appeared right in front of us, unscathed, no injuries what so ever!
When we ran to go to the window to try to climb out, he just appeared right in front of us, as if he were god. We were running back and forth, trying to escape, when I remembered I still had my radio, so I called in a gun run to our position!

I know, I know that we might die, but it was either get crushed by Frankenstein over there, or try to avoid the gun run, and I did the easier, and smarter thing. The gun run killed him, but me and the mayor were a little shaken up. We ran out of the room and met with one of my team mates, got on a plane, and flew out of there to safety. About two hours later, we landed at a friendly air base and stayed there to rest, and get food. About one hour later, guess what, we are in danger again!

What are the odds that we get in trouble seven times in one day, world you are being a jerk to me
right now. We are being bombed, but how? This is a top secret base that only allies of America can get into, plus it's off radar. They must have tracked me somehow, that or they hacked our systems undetected.

We managed to get to the Anti-Aircraft cannons and shot them down. Yet as soon as we shoot the planes down, we are under f#*@!%$ attack again, this time by ground teams. We were able to fight them off, but they were just a distraction so that tanks could roll right through a fifteen inch solid concrete wall! Either the Nazis are working with nuclear material, or they are just using a very powerful fuel source. As I sit here and think about what to do, I do what my father told me, I started to use my surroundings to try to destroy the tank.

Little did I know there was an R.P.G(rocket propelled grenade) on the ledge. I grabbed it, but I didn't have a clear shot, so I had no choice but to jump off the ledge. Somehow I landed the shot right in the exhaust and it exploded, but there was still the little matter of me landing safely on the ground, oh boy. Then I realized all I had to do was either shoulder roll, or... nope just shoulder roll. The impact was painful, but no broken limbs, that's the plus side of this terrible day.

No, not the impact, the no broken limbs part, can we just move on please. The power source from the tank was still on the ground, not at all damaged, not even a scratch. The power source seemed nuclear, but the Geiger counter didn't pick up anything. Well, now that was over we went to get a beer or two, " Wait, what's that noise?", I remember one of my buddies saying that when we heard a very loud banging as if we were being attacked by Godzilla.

                                                   Find out what the noise is in the next issue, being released in about two to three days

Christmas Time Quotes! 🎅

                              

Christmas Quotes

 "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas"

- Anonymous

"Christmas is the spirit of giving without a thought of giving"

-Thomas S. Mossen

"All I want for Christmas is you money"

-Winston Churchil

"Be good or I'll text Santa"

-Pinterest

  "I like to smile, smilings my favorite!"

-Buddy The Elf 

"Christmas is a stocking stuffed with sugary goodness!"

-Mo Rocca

What I Saw The day of November 9th

Do you guys want to know what I saw on the day of November 9th?

Well, I'll tell you. It was November 9th (obviously) and I saw something I'll never forget. It wasn't something terribly horrible that happened, but it was still weird enough for me to be blogging about. So, here's what happened.

I was walking my dog one day and I saw a limping deer. I know what you are thinking, seeing a limping deer isn't weird. But listen a little more. I felt really bad for the deer, but I wondered what happened. Before I could finish thinking about what happened, my dog started barking and tugging on the leash to go get the deer. Then, I heard some rustling in the bushes.

I didn't think anything of it until I heard something that sounded like a growl. I looked closer and closer into the bushes and I saw the thing that hurt the deer. It was a mountain lion. I was freaking out because obviously my dog and I could get killed by this creature. My neighbor told me that if there is a mountain lion and it hasn't noticed you yet, slowly walk away and just talk about random stuff whether you are by yourself or with someone like your dog. So, that's what I did. I walked away and started talking to myself. But when I looked behind me, the mountain lion was only coming closer and closer and then...(CHOMP!)

By the way, I'm not dead. It just bit off my arm. I'm still here to write the end of my story. In the end, I ended up getting stitches and I haven't seen the mountain lion since.

The letter A

"All AmericAns Are Atheist Athletes ", An Angry AArdvArk Announced Assertedly And  Angrily As AdAm Anderson AwkwArdly Ate An Ant. AmAzing AquAriums AlwAys Are An AdjustAble Axe. AmericAns Aren't AlwAys As AmAzing As ApplesAuce. AppArently, Anthony And Andrew Are AlwAys As AwAre As An AustrAliAn Apple. AmericAn AmbAssAdors AlwAys Avoid An AmbulAnce. An Alien Asked An AmericAn AlAskAn About An Antique AttrActive AmericAn Automobile. Albert, An AmAzing AcrobAt, Awoke Awfully AwAre.

check please

I recently expanded my knowledge by acquiring this piece of information: I AM A PIECE OF PLASTIC SILVERWARE.

Yes, the rumors are true. I am not a human, not an alien, not a large aquatic creature, not Manfried the Talking Piñata, not a satellite, not an out of proportion portable telephone, not an overly talkative, green apricot slice, not a copy of “The Midnight Plan of the Repo Man” by W. Bruce Cameron, not a water bottle, and not Lt. Joe Kenda, Homicide Hunter. (Watch now on the Investigation Discovery channel.)

 I am a piece of plastic silverware.

                                               Watch your back. But not all the time, because if your attention is on your back, then I will take over the universe from the front.

Please and thank you for your time.
     
          

Love

Love is a thing we all have to find

Love is a thing deep inside

Love is a new feeling waiting to show

Love is a place where anyone can go

Love is a path that is no longer there

Love is a thought yet to be shared

Love is a thing we can lose

Love can't always be there for you

Love can be found in so many parts

Love is somewhere deep in your heart

Love can rejoice and make you feel happy inside

❤️❤️❤️

Please Listen to Music While Reading

She stood with her five-year-old daughter at the airport, tearing up as she helped her daughter hold the Welcome Home sign. She smiled at her daughter and her daughter smiled back and said, "I'm so excited for Daddy to get here!" Her Mother smiled once again. "Me too sweetie."

They waited for him to show up. It has been hours, and the airport was about to close. "Where's Daddy?" Her daughter asked.

 That's when both she and her daughter had the same thought. 

"Is Daddy... alright?" Her daughter asked. 

She and her mother stared at the opening of the plane coming from Iraq. 

"I don't know." Her mother said.

Just then, an older man dressed in army equipment walked over to the mother and her daughter. He handed the mothers daughter a Panoramio (a flower from Iraq his daughter wanted), and her mother a wedding ring and an army cap.

"He told me to give these to you. To tell you that he loves you and will always be with you. Those were his last words. I'm so sorry."

Then, the man nodded and walked away, as the mother and her daughter stared at their gifts.

The five-year-old daughter watched her mother fall onto her knees and cry. She hugged her mother as hard as she could and once again said, "Mommy, are you alright? Where's Daddy?" 

The mother looked up at her daughter.

"Sweetie, Daddy is in a better place now." 

Her daughter smiled.

"Where? Like Disneyland? Or maybe that really pretty flower garden we saw on t.v!"

Her mother smiled, tears running down her face.

"No, sweetie, Daddy is in Heaven."

Her daughter went silent. 

"You mean... Daddy's... dead?" 

Her daughter started to cry.

They sat in the middle of the airport, kneeling on the ground, as they hugged each other and cried. 

"We'll see him soon sweetie, it's going to be fine, alright? Daddy will always be in our hearts."

They sat there, listening to the traffic in the distance, and watching as all the lights around them started to turn off.