Three drunk guys decide to visit a joy house.

The madam sees them coming and tells the girls to put blow-up dolls in the rooms and turn off the lights. The guys are so drunk they won’t know the difference.

Thirty minutes later, the guys stumble back out onto the street.

First drunk: “My girl was passed out. She never made a peep.”

Second drunk: “Mine was dead. She never moved a muscle!”

The third drunk leans in and whispers conspiratorially.

Third drunk: “Them was witches.”

First and Second drunks: “Witches?”

Third drunk: “Yep! I bit mine on the ass, she farted in my face, and flew out the window!”