Thursday, April 9, 2009

Little old lady in court......

Defence Attorney:
Will you please state your age?


Little Old Lady:

I am 86 years old.

Defence Attorney:

Will you tell us, in your own Words,
What happened the night of April 1st?

Little Old Lady:

There I was, sitting there in my swing on my front Porch on a warm spring evening, when a young man comes creeping up on the Porch and sat down beside me.

Defence Attorney:
Did you know him?

Little Old Lady:
No, but he sure was friendly.

Defence Attorney:
What happened after he sat down?

Little Old Lady:
He started to rub my thigh.

Defence Attorney:
Did you stop him?

Little Old Lady:
No, I didn't stop him.


Defence Attorney:

Why not?


Little Old Lady:
It felt good.
Nobody had done that since my Albert
died some 30 years ago.

Defence Attorney:
What happened next?

Little Old Lady:
He began to rub my breasts.

Defence Attorney:
Did you stop him then?

Little Old Lady:
No, I did not stop him.


Defence Attorney:
Why not?

Little Old Lady:
His rubbing made me feel all alive and excited.
I
haven't felt that good in years!

Defence Attorney:
What happened next?

Little Old Lady:
Well, by then, I was feeling really 'spicy' that I just laid down and told him
'Take me, young man. Take
me!'


Defence Attorney:

Did he take you?

Little Old Lady:
Hell, no! He just yelled,
'April
Fool!'
And that's when I shot him, the little bastard!!!!