OLD GEEZERS

ME AND CHUCK DECIDE THAT WE ARE GETTING CLOSE TO OUR LAST DAYS AND DECIDE TO HAVE A LAST NIGHT ON THE TOWN.

AFTER A FEW DRINKS, WE END UP AT THE LOCAL BROTHEL.

THE MADAM TAKES ONE LOOK AT THE TWO OF US 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 CHUCK AND I GO UPSTAIRS TO TAKE CARE OF BUSINESS.

AS WE WERE WALKING HOME I TURN TO CHUCK AND SAID,
“YOU KNOW, I THINK MY GIRL WAS DEAD!”

“DEAD?” SAYS CHUCK, “WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?”

“WELL, SHE NEVER MOVED OR MADE A SOUND THE WHOLE TIME I WAS HUMPING HER.”

CHUCK SHAKES HIS HEAD AND SAYS, “COULD BE WORSE. I THINK MINE WAS A WITCH.”

“A WITCH ??. . WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SAY THAT?”

“WELL,” HE SAID, “I WAS MAKING LOVE TO HER, KISSING HER ON THE NECK AND STUFF, AND I GAVE HER A LITTLE LOVE BITE. THEN SHE FARTED AND FLEW OUT THE WINDOW..... TOOK MY TEETH WITH HER, TOO!”