Defence Plea

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 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 to me since my Albert 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: It made me feel alive. I haven’t felt that good in years!

Defense Attorney: What happened next?

Little Old Lady: Well, by then, I was feeling a little hot and bothered, so I asked him to come closer.

Defense Attorney: And did he?

Little Old Lady: Well, he did, but I just yelled, “April Fools!” And that’s when I shot the moron.

Thinking Outside The Box

Margaret was very upset as her husband Albert had just passed away. She went to the undertaker’s to have one last look at her dearly departed husband. The instant she saw him she started crying. One of the undertakers strides up to provide comfort in this somber moment. Through her tears she explains that she is upset because her dearest Albert was wearing a black suit, and it was his dying wish to be buried in a blue suit. 

The undertaker apologizes and explains that traditionally, they always put the bodies in a black suit, but he’d see what he could arrange. The next day she returned to the undertakers to have one last moment with Albert before his funeral the following day. When the undertaker pulls back the curtain, she managed to smile through her tears as Albert is resplendent in a smart blue suit. 

She said to the undertaker “Wonderful, wonderful, but where did you get that beautiful blue suit?” 

“Well, yesterday afternoon after you left, a man about your husband’s size was brought in & he was wearing a blue suit. His wife explained that she was very upset as he had always wanted to be buried in a black suit,” the undertaker replied. 

The wife smiled at the man. 

He continued, “After that, it was simply a matter of swapping the heads.”

Louder, Dear

An elderly man feared his wife was getting hard of hearing. So he called her doctor to make an appointment to have her hearing checked.
The doctor said he could see her in two weeks, but meanwhile, suggested a simple, informal test the husband could do to give the doctor some idea of the dimensions of the problem.
“Here’s what you do. Start about 40 feet away from her, and speak in a normal conversational tone and see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response.
So that evening she’s in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he’s in the living room, and he says to himself, “I’m about 40 feet away, let’s see what happens when I talk to her.”
“Honey, what’s for dinner?” He calls.
No response. 
So he moves to the other end of the room, about 30 feet away.
“Honey, what’s for dinner?”
No response.
So he moves into the dining room, about 20 feet away. He starts shouting.
“HONEY, what’s for dinner?”
No response.
On to the kitchen door, only 10 feet away.
“HONEY, what’s for DINNER??”.
No response.
So he walks right up behind her and screams:
“HONEY, WHAT’S FOR DINNER??!?!
His wife turns to him a rage and screams.
CHICKEN, CHICKEN! For the FIFTH TIME, WE’RE HAVING CHICKEN!!!