[diskman]

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 AL L THE TIME I WAS
> LOVING HER.'
>
> HIS FRIEND SAYS, 'COULD BE WORSE I THINK MINE WAS A WITCH.'
>
> 'A WITCH ??. . WHY THE HELL W OULD YOU SAY THAT?'
>
> 'WELL, I WAS MAKING LOVE TO HER, KISSING HER ON THE NEC K, AND
> I GAVE HER A LITTLE BITE, THEN SHE FARTED AND FLEW OUT THE
> WINDOW... TOOK MY TEETH WITH HER!'
>
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