Two old men decide they are close to their last day on earth 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 rooms 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."
Her manager does as he is told and the two old men go up stairs and take care of their business. As they walked home the first one says, "You know, I think my girl was dead!"
"Dead?" says his friend, "why would you think that?"
"Well, she never moved or made a sound all the time I was loving her."
His friend says, "I think mine was a witch."
"A WITCH!!! Why the hell would you say that?"
"Well, I was making love to her, kissing on her neck and I gave it a little bite, then she farted and flew out the window!!"