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..... TOOK MY TEETH WITH HER!