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... There were all the regular types of stuff: spilled milk.
pennies saved, etc. Ernie was last.
'Ernie, do you have a story with a moral to share?'
'Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Karen. She was a
pilot in 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 the bottle wouldn't break,
and then her parachute landed her right in the middle of 20 Iraqi
troops. She shot 15 of them with the pistol, 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 did your daddy
tell you was the moral to this horrible story?
'Stay the hell away from Aunt Karen when she's been drinking.'
Good one Bike
