Subject: Fwd: Uncle Bob

The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment.They were to 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.

Kathy 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 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.

"Now, Lucy?" "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 what is the moral to your story?" the teacher asked

"Don't count your chickens until they're hatched. "That was a fine story Lucy.

Johnny do you have a story to share?"

"Yes,ma'am, my daddy told me this story about my Uncle Bob.

Uncle Bob was a pilot in Vietnam and his plane got hit. 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 the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break when he crash-landed.

He came down right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. He killed seventy of them

with the machinegun until he ran out of bullets. Then he killed twenty more with

the machete till the blade broke and then killed the last ten with his

bare hands."

"Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "What kind of moral

did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?"

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>"Don't fuck with Uncle Bob when he's been drinking.">