george68hemirr
I think you guys are full of shit.
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.
"Little Johnny, do you have a story 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 quickly drank the whiskey on the way down,
knowing it would shatter a nd go to waste otherwise,
and just then her parachute landed her 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 fuck away from Aunt Karen when she's drinking."
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.
"Little Johnny, do you have a story 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 quickly drank the whiskey on the way down,
knowing it would shatter a nd go to waste otherwise,
and just then her parachute landed her 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 fuck away from Aunt Karen when she's drinking."
