The madam was experiencing hard times and began losing money. Finally, in an effort to save her house, she decided to replace her girls with inflatable dolls.

The first evening, two drunks stumbled in, paid their money, and repaired upstairs. A half hour later they came down and went to the bar next door to compare notes.

They sat there staring blearily at one another, and after a while the first drunk said, "I think mine was dead."

"Dead?" asked the second drunk? "How come you think she was dead?"

"Well," said the first drunk, "she didn't talk, she didn't move - she didn't do anything."

They sat a few more minutes, then the second drunk said, "Well, I think mine was a witch."

"A witch? How come?" asked the first drunk.

"Well," he said, "when I leaned over to nibble her breast, she suddenly let out a long, loud fart and flew out the window."

LOL!  Kari, honestly, you are the only reason I read the Minneapolis boards!  Thanks for the laugh, I really needed it!