Your honour, 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 Honour.
So, I don't stop him, and he begins to rub my old
breasts, Your Honour.
Why, Your Honour, 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!"
That's when he yelled, "April Fool!"
And that's when I shot the son of a bitch!
