The Sunday school teacher gave her class an assignment, to have their parents tell them a story with a moral at the end.
The following Sunday, the kids came back and, one by one, told their stories. There were all the regular stories, of course: spilled milk and pennies saved. Finally, only Janie was left. The teacher grimaced inwardly and asked her, “Janie, do you have a story to share?”
‘Yes ma’am. Daddy told me a story about Mommy. She was a Marine pilot in Desert Storm. Her plane got hit, so she had to bail out over enemy territory. 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 she landed right in the middle of twenty Iraqi troops. She shot fifteen of them with the pistol, then ran out of bullets. She killed four more with the knife, when the blade broke, so she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands.”
”Good Heavens!” said the horrified teacher. “What did your Daddy tell you was the moral of this horrible story’?”
“Don’t f**k with Mommy when she’s been drinking.”