Subject: My Excuse!
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Fri Mar 31 2000 - 08:38:50 EST
"My Excuse!"
Your honor, I am 86 years old. So here I am,
sitting there on my front 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!
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