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 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."
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