The teacher gave an assignment to her          fifth grade class : 
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. 
There were all the regular          types of stuff: spilled milk and pennies saved. 
But then the          teacher realized that only Janie was left.          
         "Janie, do you have a story to          share?'
''Yes          ma'am. My daddy told me a story about          my Mommy. She was a Marine pilot in Desert Storm, and her plane got hit.          She had to bail out over enemy territory, and all she had was a flask of          whiskey, a pistol, and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the          way down so the bottle wouldn't break, and then her parachute landed her          right in the middle of 20 Iraqi troops.
She shot 15 of them with          the pistol, 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 did your Daddy tell you was the moral          to this horrible story?
"Stay away from Mommy when she's          drunk."