After a long night of drinking, two very drunk men decided they weren’t quite ready to go home yet.

As they staggered down the street, one of them pointed toward the local brothel and said, “One last stop?”

The other nodded. “Best idea you’ve had all night.”

They stumbled inside, barely able to stand straight. The madam took one look at them and immediately realized they were far too drunk to notice much of anything.

She pulled two of the girls aside and whispered, “Don’t waste your time. Put each of them in a separate room with a blow-up doll. They’re so drunk they won’t know the difference.”

So that’s exactly what happened.

A little while later, the two men left and began wobbling home together in silence.

Finally, one of them frowned and said, “You know… I think mine was dead.”

“Dead?” asked the other.

“Yeah,” he replied. “She was cold, didn’t move, didn’t talk, didn’t make a sound. I’m telling you, something wasn’t right.”

The second man thought for a moment and said, “Well, mine was worse. I think mine was a witch.”

“A witch? Why would you say that?”

He leaned closer and whispered,

“Because when I bit her on the backside, she farted in my face and flew out the window.”