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Big Muddy rancher

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Date: Wed, 05 Apr 2006 17:33:37 -0700
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>Defense Attorney: Will you please state your age?
>Little Old Lady: I am 86 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 Abner died
>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 Lady: 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!"
>Defense Attorney: Did he take you?
>Little Old Lady: Hell, no! He just yelled, "April Fool!" And that's when I
>shot him, the little bastard!
>
 

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