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 upto 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 ssys “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… took my teeth with her!’