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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?'
'WE LL, 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!'
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