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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 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:
"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. That's when he yelled, "April
Fool!".......And that's when I shot the son of a bitch!"