A class of school children were learning about morals. The teacher instructed them to think of a story and then to explain the moral.
First Jill said, 'On my uncles farm he had hens that laid ten eggs but only five of the eggs hatched into chicks.'
'And what's the moral?' asked the teacher.
'Don't count your chickens before they hatch.'
'Very good,' said the teacher. 'Now Sam, what have you got to say?'
'On my uncles farm he had hens that laid eggs. We collected the eggs but on the way back to the house the basket got dropped and all the eggs broke.'
'And the moral is?' asked the teacher.
'Don't put all your eggs in one basket.'
'Very good, now for you Davey.'
Davey stands up and began. 'Once back in 'Nam my Uncle Ron parachuted into a VC village with a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun and a handful of grenades. He drank the whole bottle of whiskey on the way down, killed half the village with his machine gun, killed the other half with his grenades and then went and strangled some people he found nearby just incase they were VC.'
'Riiiiight,' said the teacher. 'And what's the moral to that story?'
'Don't fuck with my Uncle Ron when he's got a gut-full of whiskey.'