Death Penalty for Child Rapists

Tecumsehsbones

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Once upon a time, a county deputy sheriff was on the night shift, and decided to drive out to the local Lovers' Lane and enforce Truth, Justice, and the American Way. So he drove up the lane quietly, with his lights off, and sure enough, there was a car parked there. He quietly pulled over and got out and, walking toward the car, observed that there was a young man in the driver's seat reading a magazine, and a young woman sitting in the back seat knitting. A touch confused, but still convinced that nefarious goings-on were afoot, the deputy knocked on the driver's window with his flashlight. The young man wound down the window. . .

Deputy: Whatchoo doin' hyar, boy?
Young Man: Reading a magazine.
Deputy: Well, what's SHE doin? (gesturing at the young woman)
Young Man (turning to look): Knitting. A scarf, I believe.

The deputy was becoming angry at the young man for not trembling in the presence of the Majesty of the Law, so his questioning got more aggressive.

Deputy: Oh, yeah? How old are you, boy?
Young Man: Nineteen.

The deputy though "Aha! Got 'em now!"

Deputy (ominously): And how old's SHE?

The young man looked at his watch and said "Well, in seven minutes, she'll be eighteen."