Justifiable Homicide

Defence Attorney: What is your age?
Little Old Woman: I am 86 years old.

Defence Attorney: Will you tell us in your own words what happened to you?
Litle Old Woman: There I was,sitting on my 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 Woman:No,but he sure was friendly.

Defence Attorney: What happened after he sat down beside you?
Little Old Woman: He started to rub my thigh.

Defence Attorney : Did you stop him?
Little Old Woman: No,I didn't stop him.

Defence Attorney:Why not?
Little Old Woman:It felt good.Nobody had done that since my Abner passed away some 30 years ago.

Defence Attorney: What happened next?
Little Old Woman: He began to rub my breasts.

Defence Attorney : Did you stop him then?
Little Old Woman: No,I did not stop him.

Defence 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!

Defence Attorney: What happened next?
Little Old Woman: Well,I was feeling so spicey that I just spread my legs and said to him,"Take me, young man,Take me!"

Defence Attorney : Did he take you?
Little Old Woman: Hell, no.That's when he yelled,"April Fool!"

And......... thats when I shot the son of a bitch!!!!!

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Johnno

[This message has been edited by John Saxton (edited 25 June 2001).]