The Moral of The Story Is....
The second grade teacher asked some of her students to tell the class a story of something that had happened to them over the summer break in which they learned a moral.
The first student stood up and said, "I went to my father's farm, and one day we counted the eggs in the chicken coop to see how many chicks we would get, but that night a fox ate half of the eggs. The moral I learned was don't count your chickens before they hatch."
"Very good," said the teacher.
A second student stood up and said, "One day my mother sent me to the market to get some milk. On my way home, I got beat up by the neighborhood bully who spilled my milk all over the ground. I went home crying to my mother. She said not to cry over spilled milk
"Very good," said the teacher.
A third student stood up and said, "My father told me one of his war stories. He was stranded in a foxhole with only a bottle of Jack Daniels, twelve ronds of ammo, and two grenades. He drank the whiskey, and then the enemy came. He shot up twelve guys, and blew up twenty more with the gernades."
"Well, what moral could you have possibly have gotten from such a story?" asked the teacher.
"Don't f**k with my old man when he's drunk."
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