[Cobbydaler]

Two old men feel they are close to their last days and decide to have a final night on the town. After drinks, they end up at the local brothel.

The madam looks at the old geezers and whispers to her manager; “Go up to the first two bedrooms and put an inflatable 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're walking home the first man says, “You know, I think my girl was dead!”

“Dead?” says his friend, “Why do you say that?”

“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?” asks his friend.

“Well, I was making love to her, kissing her on the neck and I gave her a little bite... She broke wind and flew out of the window.”