And the moral is.... A teacher gave her 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 one by one began to tell their stories. "Johnny, do you have a story to share?" "Yes, ma'am, my daddy told a story about my Aunt Rita. She was a pilot in Iraq and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over insurgent territory and all she had was a small flask of whiskey, a pistol and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't fall into insurgent hands and her parachute landed right in the middle of twenty insurgents; she shot fifteen of them with the gun then she ran out of bullets, she killed four more with the knife, the blade broke and she killed the last one with her bare hands." Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "what kind of moral did your daddy teach you with that horrible story? "Don't mess with Aunt Rita when she's been drinking."