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 ALL THE
TIME I WAS LOVING HER."

HIS FRIEND SAYS, "COULD  BE WORSE I THINK MINE WAS
A WITCH."

"A WITCH ??. . . WHY THE  HELL WOULD YOU SAY THAT?"

"WELL, I WAS MAKING LOVE TO HER, KISSING  HER ON
THE NECK, AND I GAVE HER A LITTLE BITE, THEN SHE
FARTED AND  FLEW OUT THE WINDOW... TAKING MY
TEETH WITH HER."

 A real life experience for Twiglet???