The Moral of the Story..........

The teacher gave her third 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 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
Karla. 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 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
kind of moral did your daddy tell you from this
horrible story?'

'Stay the f**k away from Aunt Karla when she's been drinking.'

Well, I'm here to tell you......sounds like good advice....heh,
I felt like a giggle.....Thank you Stanley.......

Wollf