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Three men were using the urinals in a public restroom in DC. The first man finished relieving himself, zipped up, strolled to the sinks and proceeded to wash his hands, using plenty of soap and water and doing a splendidly thorough job. As he was drying his hands (with lots of paper towels), he loftily announced to no one in particular "At Harvard, I learned to be clean and sanitary." The second gent zipped up, marched briskly to the sinks, and scrubbed his hands with much less soap and water than the first man, doing a splendidly thorough job nonetheless. As he was drying his hands (with only one paper towel), he severely announced to no one in particular, "At Yale, I learned to be clean and sanitary, but I ALSO learned to be thrifty and environmentally conscious." The third man finished relieving himself, zipped up, and ambled past the sinks to the door, muttering to himself, "In kindergarten, I learned not to piss on my hands."
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 the teacher asked for the moral of the story, Suzy replied, "Don't keep all your eggs in one basket." Little Lucy went next. "My dad owns a farm too. Every weekend we take the chicken eggs and put them in the incubator. Last weekend only eight of the 12 eggs hatched."; Again, the teacher asked for the moral of the story. Lucy replied, "Don't count your chickens before they hatch." Next up was little Johnny. "My uncle Ted fought in the Vietnam war, and his plane was shot down over enemy territory. He jumped out before it crashed but could only take a case of beer, a machine gun and a machete. On the way down, he drank the case of beer. Then he landed right in the middle of 100 Vietnamese soldiers. He shot 70 with his machine gun, but then he ran out of bullets! So he pulled out his machete and killed 20 more. Then the blade on his machete broke, so he killed the last ten with his bare hands." The teacher looked a little shocked. After clearing her throat, she asked what possible moral there could be to this story. "Well," Johnny replied, "Don't **** with Uncle Ted when he's been drinking."

A young Scot by the name of Alistair is celebrating his stag night in the local pub. The next day he is due to marry an English woman, Jane, in the local church where his parents were married.
Among the group is his dad, Alex.
Alex turns to his son and says, "now son, I have some advice for you, for tomorrow and for the future. We Scots are a proud nation and must retain our national identity"
Alistair nods, and anticipates some ribbing from the group for marrying, not only a southerner, but a Londoner.
His dad leans in and says, "after the wedding and the party - take your new wife to your hotel room - carry her over the threshold to show how strong you are and how strong Scotland is"
"Aye dad, no need to tell grandma how to suck eggs!" replies Alistair.
"Ach son, I av'nae finished" interrupts his father. He continues:
"throw her onto the bed and tear off your shirt - to show how handsome you are and how handsome Scotland is"
Grandpa Hamish, sat in the corner nursing a whiskey shouts out, "aye, and then start ****ing to show how independent Scotland is!"