A 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 type stuff, spilled milk and pennies saved.
Finally only Ernie was left. 'Ernie, do you have a story to share?'
'Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Linda. 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 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 enemy
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 hell away from Aunt Linda when she's drinking.
Rolly AKA "KxCowboy"
'75 Dodge Class A Motorhome AKA "The Getto" :eek: