Two dwarves win the lottery. They decide to go to Amstterdam to spend some of their winnings. After an extremely heavy night on the sauce and smokes they decided to visit the red light district.
After each selecting a lady of the night, they return to the hotel with their new companions, say goodnight and dissappear off into their seperate rooms.
The first dwarf is really wasted, and the hooker tries everything she can think of to get him aroused. After several hours of trying she gives up and leaves and the dwarf starts to drift off to sleep. Just as he is drifting off he hears noise coming from his mates room next door.
"1..2..3..ooof." "1..2..3..OOOFF" "1…2…3….OOOf"
Bloody hell he thinks covering his head with a pillow, at least someone is having a good time.
In the morning the dwarves meet up for a very late, hungover breakfast.
"Good night?" asks the second dwarf.
"Not really" replies the first dwarf, "Blimmin embarassing really, i couldn't get it up at all."
"Thats nothing," replied the second dwarf "I couldn't even get on the bed!"
IGMC