OK, my local friend Frank decided ya'll should have another Friday Funny, so sent me one via email. It is a bit risqué, so venture into the extended entries at your own risk.
Two old men decide they are close to their last days on earth and decide to have a last night on the town. After a few drinks they end up at the local brothel.Posted by Tiger at August 22, 2003 11:16 AMThe madam takes one look at the two old geezers and whispers to her manager, "go up to the first two rooms 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 two men go up the stairs and take care of their business.
As they are walking home the first one says, "You know, I think my girl was dead!"
"Dead?" says his friend, "why would you think that?"
"Well, she never moved or made a sound all the time I was loving her."
His friend says, "I think mine was a witch."
"WITCH!!! Why the hell would you say that?"
"Well, I was making love to her, kissing on her neck and I gave her a little bite, then she farted and flew out the window.
Is your Tiger name a reference to American Graffiti? This has nothing to do with the entry, but I felt I must ask.
Posted by: the girl at August 22, 2003 01:49 PM