whitedeer
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A fifth grade teacher asked her students, as an
assignment, to have their parents tell them a story
with a moral at the end. The next day, the kids came
back one by one to tell their stories. Ashley 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 pickup, when we
hit a big bump in the road and all the eggs went
flying and broke and made a mess."
"And 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."
"Johnnie, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes, ma'am, my daddy told me this story about my Uncle
Whitey. Uncle Whitey was a recon officer in Viet nam
when his helicopter got hit ny enemy fire. He had to bail out over
enemy territory and all he had was a bottle of
whiskey, a machine gun, and a machete.
He drank all the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't
break and then he landed right in the middle of 100
enemy troops. He killed seventy of them with the
machine gun until he ran out of bullets. Then he
killed twenty more with the machete till the blade
broke. And then he killed the last ten with his bare
hands.
"Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "what kind
of moral did your daddy teach you from that horrible
story?"
"Stay the **** away from Uncle Whitey when he's been
drinking."
assignment, to have their parents tell them a story
with a moral at the end. The next day, the kids came
back one by one to tell their stories. Ashley 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 pickup, when we
hit a big bump in the road and all the eggs went
flying and broke and made a mess."
"And 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."
"Johnnie, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes, ma'am, my daddy told me this story about my Uncle
Whitey. Uncle Whitey was a recon officer in Viet nam
when his helicopter got hit ny enemy fire. He had to bail out over
enemy territory and all he had was a bottle of
whiskey, a machine gun, and a machete.
He drank all the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't
break and then he landed right in the middle of 100
enemy troops. He killed seventy of them with the
machine gun until he ran out of bullets. Then he
killed twenty more with the machete till the blade
broke. And then he killed the last ten with his bare
hands.
"Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "what kind
of moral did your daddy teach you from that horrible
story?"
"Stay the **** away from Uncle Whitey when he's been
drinking."
