Monday joke....

Tiggers Bouncing

The moral of the story .



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.


Michael said,

"My father's a farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens. One time we
were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the car
when we hit a big bump in the road and all the eggs went flying and
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 chickens for the meat market.
We had a dozen eggs one time, but when they hatched we only got ten live
chicks, and the moral to this story is, "don't count your chickens
before they're hatched."


"That was a fine story Sarah. Ashleigh, do you have a story to share?"

"Yes, my daddy told me this story about my Aunty Karen. Aunty Karen was
a flight engineer in the Gulf War and her plane was hit. She had to bail
out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of whisky, a
machine gun and a machete. She drank the whisky 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
daddy tell you from that horrible story?"


"Stay the f*** away from Aunty Karen when she's been drinking."

Nicko. Hdau

Oldie but still a goody

Womble

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