From: Dragon lite
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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.


Karl 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 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 Emilie 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 is:
'Don't count your chickens before they're hatched'.'
'That was a fine story Emilie'.


Little Johnny, do you have a story to share?'
'Yes. My dad told me this story about my Aunty Raylene.
Aunty Raylene 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 a bottle 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 f *ck away from Aunty Raylene when she's been on the piss.'


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Sometimes you have to go out on a limb to turn over a new leaf

Don't trust his words, trust his actions.





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