The Story of Uncle Bob
A 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 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 that 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 the moral to this story is, don't count your chickens until they've hatched."
"That was a fine story, Lucy. Johnny, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes, Ma'am, my Dad told me this story about Uncle Bob. Uncle Bob was a green Beret in Vietnam and his helicopter got hit. He had to crash land in 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 and then he landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. He killed seventy of them with the machine gun until he ran out of bullets, then he killed twenty more with the machete 'til the blade broke and then he 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?" "Don't fuck with Uncle Bob when he's been drinking."
A 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 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 that 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 the moral to this story is, don't count your chickens until they've hatched."
"That was a fine story, Lucy. Johnny, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes, Ma'am, my Dad told me this story about Uncle Bob. Uncle Bob was a green Beret in Vietnam and his helicopter got hit. He had to crash land in 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 and then he landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. He killed seventy of them with the machine gun until he ran out of bullets, then he killed twenty more with the machete 'til the blade broke and then he 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?" "Don't fuck with Uncle Bob when he's been drinking."
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