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An oldie for sure, but definitely appropriate...

....................The Trial....................

Defense Attorney: Will you please state your age?

Little Old Lady: I am 86 years old.

Defense Attorney: Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened the night
of April 1st?

Little Old Lady: 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 Lady: No, but he sure was friendly.

Defense Attorney: What happened after he sat down?

Little Old Lady: He started to rub my thigh.

Defense Attorney: Did you stop him?

Little Old Lady: No, I didn't stop him.

Defense Attorney: Why not ?

Little Old Lady: It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Albert died some
30 years ago.

Defense Attorney: What happened next?

Little Old Lady: He began to rub my breasts.

Defense Attorney: Did you stop him then?

Little Old Lady: No, I did not stop him

Defense Attorney: Why not?

Little Old Lady: His rubbing made me feel all alive and excited. I haven't felt
that good in years!

Defense Attorney: What happened next?

Little Old Lady: Well, by then, I was feeling so spicy that I just laid down and
told him: Take me, young man. Take me now!

Defense Attorney: Did he take you?

Little Old Lady: Hell, no! He just yelled, April Fool! And that's when I shot
the little b@stard.
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