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: spilled milk and pennies saved. Finally, only Janie was left. The teacher asked: "Janie, do you have a story to share ?" ''Yes madam. 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 whisky, a pistol, and a survival knife. She drank the whisky 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 of this story ?" "Stay away from Mommy when she is drunk". *-Aurelio Viegas*