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A teacher gave her class of 11 year olds 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.
This is little Tommy`s story...
My dad told me this story about my Aunty Caz. Aunty Caz was a flight
engineer on a plane in the Gulf War and her plane got hit. She had to bail
out over enemy territory and all she had was 3 bottles of rum, a machine gun
and a machete.
She drank all the rum on the way down so it wouldn't break and then she
landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. She killed seventy of them
with the machine gun until she ran out of bullets. Then she killed twenty
more with the machete until the blade broke. And then she killed the last
ten with her bare hands."
"Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "what kind of moral did your
father tell you from that horrible story?"
"Stay the hell away from Aunty Caz when she's been on the booze."
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.
This is little Tommy`s story...
My dad told me this story about my Aunty Caz. Aunty Caz was a flight
engineer on a plane in the Gulf War and her plane got hit. She had to bail
out over enemy territory and all she had was 3 bottles of rum, a machine gun
and a machete.
She drank all the rum on the way down so it wouldn't break and then she
landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. She killed seventy of them
with the machine gun until she ran out of bullets. Then she killed twenty
more with the machete until the blade broke. And then she killed the last
ten with her bare hands."
"Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "what kind of moral did your
father tell you from that horrible story?"
"Stay the hell away from Aunty Caz when she's been on the booze."