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.
"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 the war
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 20 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 one 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 heck away from Aunt Karen when
she's drinking!!!"
(This post was removed from the forum a few weeks ago as it was considered
distasteful.
See how it goes this time. It is after all only a joke)