There's a moral in here somewhere...
Burtzy
Loc: Bronx N.Y. & Simi Valley, CA
The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment.
"Students, have your parents tell you 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. Then the teacher realized that she had missed little Janie, a quiet and shy child.
"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 strangled 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."
Rolk
Loc: South Central PA
Burtzy wrote:
The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment.
"Students, have your parents tell you 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. Then the teacher realized that she had missed little Janie, a quiet and shy child.
"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 strangled 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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Burtzy, this one made me laugh out loud! Thanks for sharing.
Geez, it took me a while to quit laughing enough to type a reply.
--Bob
Burtzy wrote:
The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment.
"Students, have your parents tell you 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. Then the teacher realized that she had missed little Janie, a quiet and shy child.
"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 strangled 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."
The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignme... (
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Out the mouth of babes! Just saying...
Funny! That was a stealth punch line - didn't see it coming!
Stan
Well, Burtzy, this joke is not complete.
It has two preceeding educational stories from the kids living on the farm.
The first one is travelling with her dad having all eggs in one basket. They ran over a rock and all eggs broke. The moral was: Don't put all your eggs in one basket.
The second kid had 10 eggs but only nine hatched. The moral was: Don't count your chickens before they hatch.
Then goes your story with auntie Sharon flying over Iraq and being shot down.
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