Two old men decide they are close to their last days and go out 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, "These two are so old and drunk, I'm not wasting two of my girls on them. Go up to the first two bedrooms and put an inflated doll in each bed. They won't even know the difference."
The manager does as he is told; the two old men go upstairs and take care of their business.
As they are walking home the first geezer says, "You know, I think my girl was dead."
"Dead?" says his friend, "Why would you say that?"
"Well, she never moved or made a sound all the time I was loving her."
His friend says, "I think mine was a witch."
"A witch? Why on earth would you say that?"
"Well, when I was making love to her, I kissed her on the neck and gave her a little bite. Then she farted and flew out the window."
The madam takes one look at the two old geezers and whispers to her manager, "These two are so old and drunk, I'm not wasting two of my girls on them. Go up to the first two bedrooms and put an inflated doll in each bed. They won't even know the difference."
The manager does as he is told; the two old men go upstairs and take care of their business.
As they are walking home the first geezer says, "You know, I think my girl was dead."
"Dead?" says his friend, "Why would you say that?"
"Well, she never moved or made a sound all the time I was loving her."
His friend says, "I think mine was a witch."
"A witch? Why on earth would you say that?"
"Well, when I was making love to her, I kissed her on the neck and gave her a little bite. Then she farted and flew out the window."
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