The teacher asked all the children to tell a story with a moral to it. "Yes, Suzi," said the teacher. Suzi replied, "I was walking home from the store with a bottle of milk in my hand when I suddenly dropped it." "And the moral, Suzi?" the teacher asked. "Don't cry over spilt milk," came the response. "Very Good." "Billy?" "I was walking home from the store with eggs and I suddenly dropped them." "And the moral is?" said the teacher. "Don't put all your eggs in one basket." "Very good, Billy!" "Johnny? Do you have a story with a moral?" "Oh yes, miss. My dad fought in WWII. He was in this one battle where the Germans outnumbered us. My dad was in a fox hole drinking his whiskey. Every now and then he would take a drink and then stick his head up and shoot. Suddenly four Germans jumped into his fox hole and he shot one, stabbed the other, beat one to a pulp and held the other prisoner." "Johnny," the teacher interrupted, "what possible moral can this have?" "You don't fuck with my dad when he's been drinking!"