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!'
No comments:
Post a Comment