Little old Lady to Judge--
"Your honor, I am 86 years old. So here I am, sitting there on the
porch on a warm spring evening, when a young man comes creeping up on the
porch and sits beside me. He starts to rub my
thigh, and it feels good, Your
Honor. So I don't stop him, and he begins to
rub my old breasts, Your
Honor. Why,
Your Honor, I haven't felt that good in years! So I just
spread my old legs and say to him, "
Take me, young man, Take me!"
That's when he yelled, "April Fool!" and that's when I shot the
son of a bitch."