close

Privacy guaranteed - Your email is not shared with anyone.

Welcome to Glock Talk

Why should YOU join our Glock forum?

  • Converse with other Glock Enthusiasts
  • Learn about the latest hunting products
  • Becoming a member is FREE and EASY

If you consider yourself a beginner or an avid shooter, the Glock Talk community is your place to discuss self defense, concealed carry, reloading, target shooting, and all things Glock.

The Little Old Woman

Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by havacoke, Apr 7, 2003.

  1. havacoke

    havacoke

    24
    0
    Mar 11, 2003
    North Carolina
    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?

    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 laid down and said to him ..."Take me young man ...Take me!"

    Defense Attorney:
    Did he take you?

    Little old Woman:
    Hell, no. He just yelled, "April Fool!" ... And that's when I shot the little bastard!