I'm going out on a different limb with this one.
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 came back and, one by one, began
to tell their stories.
There were all the regular types of stuff: Spilled milk and
pennies saved. But then the teacher realized, that only
Janie was left.
"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 so the bottle
wouldn't break, and then she parachuted right into 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'?"
"Don't F*** with Mommy when she's been drinking."
Ron