Teachers Should Know Better About Kids.

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. Mike, do you have a story to
share?"

"Yes. My dad told me this story about my Aunty Sharon.
Aunty Sharon 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 3 bottles 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 fuck away from Aunty Sharon when she's been on the
piss."

soso pwnt.

of course they should know better