LITTLE BOBBY By Anonymous
Little Bobby and his sixth-grade class were given the assignment of writing a fairytale with a moral ending.
The next day, the teacher first called on Susie, who wrote about not counting your chickens before they’d hatched.
Then came Mary, whose story involved not crying wolf.
Then, it was Little Bobby’s turn.
“My uncle Tony was in Vietnam and one time he went on a combat
operation,” he said. “On the way, he drank a case of beer, then jumped off the helicopter and killed 100 Viet Cong. He killed the first 80 with his rifle, 10 with his pistol and clubbed the other 10 to death. After that, he took a knife and a pair of pliers and yanked out all the gold teeth from the dead Viet Cong.”
“Bobby, that’s horrible! What possible moral can you get from that awful story?”
Little Bobby shrugged and said, “Don’t fuck with my Uncle Tony when he’s been on the piss.”
Unknown (been around the traps for years).
Whenever you have plenty of ammo, you never miss. Whenever you
are low on ammo, you can’t hit the broad side of a barn.