(warning: contains swearing)







It was the 1st day of school. The 2nd 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, "Well, I went to my father's farm, and one day we counted the eggs in the

chicken coupe to see how many chicks we would get, but that night a wolf came and ate 1/2 of the eggs. The moral I

learned was don't count your chickens before they're hatched." 



"Very good," said the teacher. 



The second student stood up and said, "Well, one day my mother sent me to the market to get some milk, and on my

way home, I got beat up by the neighbor bully who spilled my milk all over the ground. I went home crying to my

mother. And she said not to cry over spilled milk." 



"Very good," said the teacher. 



The third student stood up and said, "My father told me one of his war stories, and it went like this: He was stranded

in a fox hole with only one bottle of Jack Daniels, 12 rounds of ammo, and 2 grenades. Well he drank the whiskey,

then the enemy came. He shot up 12 guys, and blew up 20 more with the grenades." 



"Well, what moral could you have possibly have gotten from such a story?" asked the teacher. 



"Don't fuck with my dad when he's drunk."