Subject: Trial
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Mon Apr 01 2002 - 20:30:29 EST
"Trial"
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 beside you?
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 Abner passed 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: Hell No, I did not stop him.
Defense Attorney: Why not?
Little Old Woman: Why, Your Honor, 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 spread my old legs and said to him, "Take me,
young man, Take me!"
Defense Attorney: Did he take you?
Little Old Woman: Hell, no. He jumped up and yelled,
"April Fool!" And that's when I shot the son of a bitch!
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