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Always with the Chriz smile! |
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Swimmer broad arm is spotted in this photo. YAY!!! |
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Say CHRIZZZ!!! |
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Always with the Chriz smile! |
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Swimmer broad arm is spotted in this photo. YAY!!! |
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Say CHRIZZZ!!! |
Was kinda free these few days, so I browse thru my mailbox and found this joke that has been sent to me ages ago. I remembered reading this joke before, but a good joke is never too lame to be read more than once~ Enjoy!
The Trial
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 in the swing on my front porch on a warm spring evening, when a young man comes creeping up on the porch and sits 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, 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 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!" So that's when I
shot him.
WAHAHAHAAA!!! Hahaha!!! LOL!!!
This blog started in 2008 as a personal space with the only intent to express my feelings of which are left unsaid to people whom I find communication deemed impossible.
It then slowly turns into a blog filled with words and photos of good food, travel, and also constant ranting of my life.
Looking back at those years, always reminds me of who I was, I am, and how I have changed as a person.