One night an eighty-four-year-old woman came home from Bingo to find her ninety two-year-old husband in bed with another woman. She became quite violent.
When all the violence was ended, she'd pushed him off the balcony of their twentieth-story apartment.
The man was killed instantly.
The elderly woman was apprehended and taken to the local lockup.
When brought before the court on charges of homicide, she was questioned to see if she had anything to say in her own behalf. (The poor woman could not afford an attorney.)
"Your Honor," she began calmly and coolly, "I figured that at ninety-two, if he could still screw, then he must be related to Superman - and he could fly!"
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