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Thanks to GayleD for this joke.
Defense Attorney:
What is your age?
Little old Woman:
I am 86 years old. Defense Attorney: Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened to you?
Little old Woman:
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 Woman:
No, but he sure was
friendly.
Defense Attorney:
What happened after
he sat down?
Little old Woman:
He started to rub my
thigh.
Defense Attorney:
Did you stop him?
Little old Woman:
No, I didn't stop
him.
Defense Attorney:
Why not? Little old Woman: It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Abnerpassed away some 30 years ago.
Defense Attorney:
What happened next?
Little old Woman:
He began to rub my
breasts.
Defense Attorney:
Did you stop him
then?
Little old Woman:
No, I did not stop
him. Defense Attorney: Why not? Little old Woman: Why, Your Honour, his rubbing made me feel all alive and excited. I haven't felt that good in years!
Defense Attorney:
What happened next? Little old Woman: Well, I was feeling so spicy that I just laid down and said to him..."Take me young man...Take me!"
Defense Attorney:
Did he take you?
Little old Woman:
Hell, no. He just
yelled, "April Fool!" .... And that's when I
shot him!
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