When Three Drunk guys came out of the Brothel

the street. The first drunk says “my girl was passed out. She never made a peep.”

The second drunk shouts, “my was dead. She never moved a muscle!”

The third drunk leans in and whispers conspiratorially, “they were witches.”

“Witches?” The other two day in unison.

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