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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 and
pennies saved.
But then the teacher
asked Janie:
Janie, do you have a
story to share?'
''Yes ma'am. My daddy
told me a story about my
Mommy.
She was a Marine 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 away from Mommy
when she's been
drinking." |