THE MORAL

[tropicalfever]

The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment which was to 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 Ernie was left.

“Ernie, 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 drank the whiskey on the way down so the bottle wouldn’t break, and then her parachute landed her right in the middle of twenty Al-Qaeda troops. She shot fifteen of them with the pistol until she ran out of bullets. She killed four more with the knife until the blade broke and then killed the last Al-Qaeda 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 f#@k away from Aunt Karen when she’s been drinking.”

[ragtopW]

[pinacolada lover]

[flipflopgirl]

[karat]

HA!

[C-Dawg]

love it!!!!

[IrishPirate]

[unclejohn]