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: 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!

darwinmauser:

I assume that the jury acquitted her, of course? (Or did you guys make sure there were no women on the jury?)