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The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Have your parents tell you a story with a moral at the end.
The next day the kids came back and 1 by 1 began to tell their stories.
"Jake, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes ma'am. My mommy told a story about my Grandma Sandy from Texas.
She was a pilot in Desert Storm in '93 and her plane got hit.
She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a small
flask of whiskey, a pistol, and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break and then her parachute landed right in the middle of a camp with twenty enemy soldiers.
She shot fifteen of them with the gun 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 kind of moral did your Mommy tell you from this horrible story"?
"Don't mess with Grandma Sandy when she's drinking"
The next day the kids came back and 1 by 1 began to tell their stories.
"Jake, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes ma'am. My mommy told a story about my Grandma Sandy from Texas.
She was a pilot in Desert Storm in '93 and her plane got hit.
She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a small
flask of whiskey, a pistol, and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break and then her parachute landed right in the middle of a camp with twenty enemy soldiers.
She shot fifteen of them with the gun 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 kind of moral did your Mommy tell you from this horrible story"?
"Don't mess with Grandma Sandy when she's drinking"
