A widow lived alone on the top floor of an apartment. One night the telephone rang. "Hello?" she said. "This is the viper," a man said. "I'm coming up." "Someone's fooling around," she thought, and hung up. A half-hour later the telephone rang again. It was the same man. "It's the viper," he said. "I'll be up soon." The widow was getting scared. The telephone rang again. It was the viper again. "I'm coming up now." he said. She quickly called the police. When the doorbell rang she was relieved. "They are here!" she thought. But when she opened the door,


there stood a little old man with a bucket and cloth.
"I am the viper," he said.
"I vish to vash and vipe the vindows."


hahaha! get it?