Story to brighten you
day..............
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 she had missed Little Johnny.
Johnny, do you have a story
to share?'
''Yes ma'am. My daddy told me
a story about my Mom. 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 Dad tell you was the moral to this horrible
story?
"Don't mess with Mom when she's been drinking."
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