The Night of April 1st
Defense Attorney:
Will you please state your age?
Little Old Lady:
I am 71 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 d ied 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 L ady:
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 ran off .
And that's when I shot him ............ the little fucker
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