Two old men decide they are close to their last days
and decide to have a last night on the town. After a few
drinks, they end up at the local brothel. The Madam
takes one look at the two old geezers and whispers to
her Manager, ‘go up to the first two bedrooms and put
an inflated doll in each bed. These two are so old and
drunk, I’m not wasting two of my girls on them. They
won’t know the difference.’ The Manager does as he
is told and the two old men go upstairs and take care
of their business. As they are walking home the first
man says, ‘you know, Ii think my girl was dead!’ ‘Dead?’
says his friend, ‘why do you say that?’ ‘Well, she never
moved or made a sound all the time I was loving her.’
His friend says, ‘could be worse I think mine was a
Witch.’ ‘a Witch ??. . Why the hell would you say that?’
‘Well, I was making love to her, kissing her on the neck,
and I gave her a little bite, then she farted and flew out
the window. Took my dang teeth with her!’