So the town drunk is weaving up the steps to the local whorehouse. The madam sees him coming and, knowing that none of her girls will put up with him but not wanting to disappoint a customer, hurriedly puts a blow-up fuckdoll in the attic room and comes to greet him. He heads up for his Special Treat, weaving and banging into walls, but she hears the attic door shut, and figures there should be some peace for a while but almost immediately, he comes staggering back down the stairs. Um, wasn't she satisfactory? Asks the madam hesitantly. Belching, the drunk answers Well, I don't know - I bit her on the tit and she farted and flew out the window!