Two old geezers decide they are close to their last days - and decide to have a last night out on the town. After a few drinks they end up at the local brothel.
The madam takes one look at them and whispers to her manager, "go up to the first two bedrooms and put an inflated doll in each bed. These old drunks won't know the difference".
The manager does as she is told and the two old men go upstairs and take care of things.
As they are walking home the first man says "You know, I think my girl was dead!"
"Dead?", asks his friend. "Why do you say that?"
"Well, the whole time I was there she never moved or made a sound - even when I gave her a little bite."
His friend says "Could be worse. I think mine was a witch".
"A witch?", the other asks. "Why do you say that?"
"Well, while we were doing it I kissed her neck then gave her a little bite. She just farted, flew out the window - and took my teeth with her!"
