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... AND TOOK
MY TEETH WITH HER!'