A LESSON IN MORALS One day at the end of class, little Johnny's teacher asks the class to go home and think of a story to be concluded with the moral of that story. The following day the teacher asks for the first volunteer to tell their story. Little Suzy raises her hand. ""My dad owns a farm and every Sunday we load the chicken eggs on the truck and drive into town to sell them at the market. Well, one Sunday we hit a big bump and all the eggs flew out of the basket and onto the road."" When t

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Why is 6 afraid of 7? Six hasn't been the same since he left Vietnam. Every time he closes his eyes, he's sees Charlie hiding in the darkness of the forest. Not that you could ever see those bastards, mind you. They were fast and they knew their way around the jungle. He remembers the looks on the boy's faces when they walked into that village and... oh Jesus. He shouldn't think about that now. Sometimes he still hears Tex's slow southern drawl. He remembers the smell of Brooklyn's cigarettes. H

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Why Is Six Afraid Of Seven... Six hasn't been the same since he left Vietnam. He can barely close his eyes without opening them again at the fear of Charlies lurking in the jungle trees. Not that you could see the bastards, mind you. They were swift, and they knew their way around the jungle like nothing else. He remembers the looks on the boys' faces as he walked into the village and... oh Jesus. The memories rarely left him. Sometimes he'd reminisce- even hear - Tex's southern drawl. He rememb

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Why was Six afraid of Seven? Because Six hasn't been the same since he left Vietnam. Every time he closes his eyes, he's sees Charlie hiding in the darkness of the forest. Not that you could ever see those bastards, mind you. They were fast and they knew their way around the jungle. He remembers the looks on the boy's faces when they walked into that village and... oh Jesus. He shouldn't think about that now. Sometimes he still hears Tex's slow southern drawl. He remembers the smell of Brooklyn'

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Not the typical format for a post here, but thought it was worth sharing My grandfather passed away this week, and I'll always remember him for his jokes. He served in the military when he was younger, then raised 3 kids (including my mother). When my mother and my father were dating, he went over to their house just to stop by (he worked not too far away), and he saw my grandmother scratching off a lottery ticket. He asks ""You ever win anything off of those tickets?"", and my grandmother repli

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Yesterday, I wore my Vietnam Veterans cap when I went to Wal-Mart. Since I retired, trips to Wally World to look at the 'Wal-Martians' is always good for some comic relief. While standing in line to check out, the guy in front of me, probably in his early thirties, asked, ""Are you a Vietnam Vet?"" ""No,"" I replied. ""Then why are you wearing that cap?"" ""Because I couldn't find the one from the War of 1812."" [I thought this was a snappy retort.] ""The War of 1812, huh?"" the 'Wal-Martian' qu

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