Two elderly friends, realizing they were in the twilight of their years, decided to hit the town for one final, wild night out. After a few heavy drinks, they wound up at the local brothel.
The madam took one look at the two drunk, frail geezers and whispered to her manager, “Go upstairs and put an inflatable doll in each bedroom. These two are so hammered they won’t know the difference, and I’m not wasting my real girls on them.”
The manager quickly swapped the ladies for plastic clones, and the two old timers staggered upstairs to take care of business.
On their walk home later that night, the first old man shook his head sadly. “You know, I think my girl was actually dead.”
“Dead?” asked his friend. “Why do you say that?”
“Well, she didn’t move an inch or make a single sound the entire time.”
His friend sighed heavily. “Count yourself lucky, mate. I’m pretty sure mine was a witch.”
“A witch?! Why on earth would you think that?”
The second man rubbed his jaw and replied:
“Well, we were in the middle of it, and I was kissing her neck when I gave her a little playful bite. Suddenly, she hissed, farted, flew right out the window… and took my damn teeth with her!”
