>>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
>>Ashley said, "My father's a farmer and we have a lot of egg laying chooks.
>>One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat
>>the car when we hit a big bump in the road and all the eggs went flying
>>broke and made a mess.
>>"What's the moral of the story?" asked the teacher.
>>"Don't put all your eggs in one basket!" "Very good," said the teacher.
>>Next little Sarah raised her hand and said, "Our family are farmers too.
>>But we raise chooks for the meat market. One day we had a dozen eggs, but
>>when they hatched we only got ten live chicks, and the moral to this story
>>'Don't count your chickens before they're hatched "That was a fine story
>>"Billy, do you have a story to share?""Yes. My dad told me this story
>>my Aunty Karen. Aunty Karen 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
>>was a bottle of rum, a machine gun and a machete. She drank 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
>>out of bullets. Then she killed twenty more with the machete until the
>>And then she killed the last ten with her bare hands." "Good heavens,"
>>the horrified teacher, "what kind of moral did your father tell you from
>>that horrible story?"
>>"Stay the f*ck away from Aunty Karen when she's been drinking"