Moral of the story

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 of stuff: spilled milk  and pennies saved.
But then the teacher realized, much to her dismay,  that only Janie was left.

 

Janie, do you have a story to  share?’ ”Yes ma’am. 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  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 did your Daddy tell you was the moral to this horrible story?  “Stay away from Mommy when she’s been  drinking.”

 

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