Two old men decide they are close to their final days so decide to have
a last night on the town.
After a few drinks they end up in a 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 two
are so drunk, I'm not going to waste two of my girls on them. They won't
know the difference."
The manager does as he's 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"

Oh man!