A fifth grade teacher gave her 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 and
pennies saved. But then the teacher realized, much to her dismay, that
only Johnie was left.
"Johnie, do you have a story to share?"=
"Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Janet.
She was a pilot in Desert Storm. One day, while Flying a mission her
She had to bail out over enemy territory. =20
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.
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 kind of moral did your
daddy tell you from this horrible story?"
"Stay the fuck away from Aunt Janet when she's been drinking!"
