two old indian men decide they are close to their lastdays 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 indians andwhispers to her manager, "go up to the first two bedrooms and put an inflated doll in each bed. thesetwo are so old and drunk, i'm not wasting two of mygirls on them. they won't know the difference."the manager does as he is told and the two old indianmen go upstairs and take care of their business.
as they are walking home the first man says, "youknow, 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 iwas loving her.
"his friend says, "could be worse i think mine was awitch."
"a witch, why the hell would you say that?"
"well, i was makinglove to her, kissing her on theneck and i gave her a little bite, then she farted andflew out the window."
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