A professor at the University of North Carolina was giving a lecture on “Involuntary Muscular Contractions” to his first year medical students.
Realizing this was not the most riveting subject, the professor decided to lighten the mood slightly.
He pointed to a young woman in the front row and asked, “Do you know what your asshole is doing while you’re having an orgasm?
She replied, “Probably deer hunting with his buddies.”
It took 45 minutes to restore order in the classroom.
Defence Attorney:
Will you please state your age?
Little Old Lady:
I am 76 years old.
Defence 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.
Defence Attorney:
Did you know him?
Little Old Lady:
No, but he sure was friendly.
Little Old Lady:
He started to rub my thigh.
Defence Attorney:
Did you stop him?
Little Old Lady:
No, I didn’t stop him.
Defence Attorney:
Why not?
Little Old Lady:
It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Albert died some 20 years ago.
Defence Attorney:
What happened next?
Little Old Lady:
He began to touch my breasts.
Defence Attorney:
Did you stop him then?
Little Old Lady:
No, I certainly did not!
Defence Attorney:
Why ever not?
Little Old Lady:
His touching made me feel all alive and excited. I haven’t felt that good in years!
Defence Attorney:
What happened next?
Little Old Lady:
Well, I was feeling so ’spicy’ that I just laid down and told him ‘Take me, young man. Take me now!’
Defence 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.