An old couple is on a walk, when a pigeon flies by and deposits a poopy little present on the woman’s head.
“Yech!” says the woman. “Get some toilet paper.”
“What for? He must be half-a-mile away by now.”
When brought before the court on charges of murder, she was asked if she had anything to say to defend herself.
“Well, Your Honor,” she replied coolly. “I figured that at 92, if he could make love to another woman, he could fly!”