A man had been convicted of murder and was about to be hanged. Just before the sentence was executed, the hangman asked the man if he had any last words. "Yes" came his reply, "I hate Masons!" "Why do you hate Masons?" asked the hangman. "The man I killed was a Mason," explained the murderer, "the Sheriff who hunted me down was a Mason, the Prosecutor who tried my case was a Mason, the Judge who presided at the trial was a Mason, and all of the men on the jury who found me guilty and said I should be hanged were Masons!" "Is that all?" asked the hangman, "Yes," replied the convicted murder. "Then you will advance one step with your left foot, lean forward with all your weight on it, extend your right foot straight backwards, and hold that position while I tie this little booty on the point of your shoe. Next, with all of your weight, wisdom and might, swing your right foot forward like you're kicking a field goal, the winning field goal, so don't be too tired, at the homecoming game to win the heart of the homecoming empress, no not that one, the other one, kick that pointy toed booty covered shoe, Right, right into that bitch's second cousin’s sister’s Wrector — twice (2) removed, nearly killed her— who bred my cuttlefish without being duly authorized & raped my brother right in the pussy! And then, just wait patiently to see what's next, ‘coz like, we're going to hang you in 5 weeks!!! After the notary public transsexual gets here from Transylvania!!”
The convicted murderer of some Y goy blinks twice slowly, pauses to reflect, and then says, “are you sure there isn't any hemlock left?”
