The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Get their parents
to
tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.
The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their
stories.
The teacher said "Sarah, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes!" said Sarah. "My family are farmers, and one time we had 12 eggs, but when they hatched, there were only 9 chickens. The moral of the story is, don't count your eggs before they've hatched!"
"Well done Sarah, that was a fine story," says the teacher.
"Tony, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Karen. She was a pilot
in a
Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy
territory and all she had was a flask of whiskey, a pistol and a
survival
knife.

She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break and then her
parachute landed right in the middle of twenty enemy troops.

She shot fifteen of them with the gun until she ran out of bullets,
killed
four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then she killed the
last
Iraqi with her bare hands."

"Good Heavens" said the horrified teacher. "What kind of moral did your
daddy tell you from this horrible story?"

"Stay the f... away from Aunt Karen when she's drinking!"
BrogstaAug 3, 2006 @ 19:39