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, i 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 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
passed gas and flew out the window... Taking my
teeth with her."