Little Old Lady

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Defense Attorney: 
Will you please state your age? 

Little Old Lady: 
I am 94 years old. 

Defense 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. 

Defense Attorney: 
Did you know him? 

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

Defense Attorney: 
What happened after he sat down? 

Little Old Lady: 
He started to rub my thigh. 

Defense Attorney: 
Did you stop him? 

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

Defense Attorney: 
Why not? 

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

Defense Attorney: 
What happened next? 

Little Old Lady: 
He began to rub my breasts. 

Defense Attorney: 
Did you stop him then? 

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

Defense Attorney: 
Why not? 

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

Defense Attorney: 
What happened next? 

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

Defense 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   

Edited by Garvey2003 - 07 Jan 2010 at 12:12