Sunday Evening Chuckle

A 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 began to tell their stories.

There were all the regular types of stuff about spilled milk and
pennies saved, when the teacher realized that only Janie was left to
tell her story.
"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 and her parachute landed 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."