By Frank Lucasale 
‘Go upto 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 ssys “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… took my teeth with her!’