Next little Lucy raised a hand and said, "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 hatch."
"That was a fine story Lucy.""Johnny, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes, ma'am, my daddy told me this story about my Aunt Karen. Aunt Karen was an AirForce flight engineer in Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun and a machete. She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break and then she landed right inthe 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 till 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 daddy tell you from that horrible story?
Little Johnny said,"Stay the Hell away from Aunt Karen when she's been drinking."
This is what I call extreme sports
Don't you just hate it when someone takes the words out of your mouth?
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