Junkman
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Little Johnny's Aunt Jo
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 1 by 1 began to tell their stories.
"Johnny do you have a story to share?" "Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story
about my Aunt Jo. She was a pilot in Desert Storm 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 twenty enemy troops. 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
daddy tell you from this horrible story?"
"Stay the f ... away from Aunt Jo when she's drinking."
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 1 by 1 began to tell their stories.
"Johnny do you have a story to share?" "Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story
about my Aunt Jo. She was a pilot in Desert Storm 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 twenty enemy troops. 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
daddy tell you from this horrible story?"
"Stay the f ... away from Aunt Jo when she's drinking."