Sunday, November 06, 2005

April fool

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!"

He yelled, "April Fool" and that's when I shot the Son of a Bitch

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