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 all came back and one by one, began to tell their storys.
There were all regular types of stuff: spilled milk and pennies saved.
but then the teacher realized, much to her dimay, that she had missed Janie.
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 wiskey on the way down, so the bottle wouldn't break,
and the 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 4 more with the knife, till the blade broke,
and then she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands.
Good heavanes, said the horrified teacher.
What did your Daddy tell you was the moral to this horrible story?
"Dont mess with Mommy when she has been drinking."