There was this little boy about 12 years old walking own the street
dragging a flattened frog on a string behind him.
He came to a house of ill repute, and knocked on the door.
When the Madam answered it, she saw the little boy and asked what he
wanted. He said, "I want to have sex with one of the women inside.
I have the money to buy it, and I'm not leaving until I get it."
The Madam figured, what the hell, so she told him to come in. Once in,
she told him to pick any of the girls he liked. He said, "I heard all
the men talking about having to get shots after making love with
Balinda.
THAT'S the girl I want." Since the little boy was so adamant and had
the money to pay for it, the Madam told him to go to the first room
on the right.
He headed down the hall, dragging the squashed frog behind him. Ten
minutes later he came back, still dragging the frog, paid the Madam,
and headed out the door.
The Madam stopped him and asked, "Why did you pick the only girl in
the place with a disease, instead of one of the others?
"He said, "Well, tonight when I get home, my parents are going out to
a
restaurant to eat, leaving me at home with a baby-sitter
After they leave, my baby-sitter will have sex with me because she's
very
fond of cute little boys. She will then get the disease that I just
caught.
When Mom and Dad get back, Dad will take the baby-sitter home. On the
way, he'll jump the baby-sitter's bones, and he'll catch the disease.
Then when Dad gets home from the baby-sitters, he and Mom will go to
bed and have sex, and Mom will catch it.
In the morning when Dad goes to work, the milkman will deliver the
milk, have a quickie with Mom, and catch the disease, and HE'S the
son-of-a-bitch that ran over my frog."
