Two old men decide they are close to their final days so they
>> > arrange
> to
>> > have a last night on the town, after a few drinks, they end up at the
>> > 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 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."