Once upon a time, a teacher in Cobb County gave her fifth grade class an assignment to have their parents 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. “Tony, do you have a story to share?” the teacher asked.
“Yes ma'am. My daddy told me a story about my Aunt Karen when she was a pilot in the Air Force and her plane got shot down.
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 to calm her nerves.
However, her parachute ended up landing right in the middle of the enemy troops. So she shot fifteen of them with her gun until she ran out of bullets then killed four more with her knife and then she killed the last Taliban fighter with her bare hands.”
“Good Heavens” said the horrified teacher. “What kind of moral did your daddy try and tell you from this horrible story?”
“He told me to stay the heck away from Aunt Karen when she's been drinking.”
((Thanks to Judy Cullen))
The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories. “Tony, do you have a story to share?” the teacher asked.
“Yes ma'am. My daddy told me a story about my Aunt Karen when she was a pilot in the Air Force and her plane got shot down.
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 to calm her nerves.
However, her parachute ended up landing right in the middle of the enemy troops. So she shot fifteen of them with her gun until she ran out of bullets then killed four more with her knife and then she killed the last Taliban fighter with her bare hands.”
“Good Heavens” said the horrified teacher. “What kind of moral did your daddy try and tell you from this horrible story?”
“He told me to stay the heck away from Aunt Karen when she's been drinking.”
((Thanks to Judy Cullen))
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