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 "spilled milk" and "pennies saved" type stuff.
Then the teacher, much to her dismay, realized that only little Johnny was left.
"Johnny, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes, ma'am. My daddy told me about Aunt Karen.
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 right in the middle of twenty enemy troops. They were standing around looking at her coming down and she shot fifteen of them with the gun before she ran out of bullets, she then killed four more with the knife but then the blade broke, and then she killed the last one with her bare hands."
"Good Heavens!" said the horrified teacher. "What kind of moral did your daddy think this story taught?"
"Stay the hell away from Aunt Karen when she's been drinking."


























