TWO OLD MEN

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!'