Two very elderly men are in their final days and decide to have one 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 so drunk, I’m not wasting two of the girls on them—they won’t know the difference.”

The manager does as instructed, the two old fellows go upstairs and take care of their business. As they’re walking home the first chap says, “You know, I think my girl was dead!”

“Dead? Why do you say that?”
“Well, she never moved or made a sound the whole time.”

His friend says: “Could be worse. I think mine was a witch.”
“A witch? Why the Hell would you say that?”

“I was making love to her and kissing her neck. I gave her a little bite, she farted and flew out the window . . . took my teeth with her!!!"

Oh geez!!! LOL

now, now, even they are entitled