So this ten year old boy walks into a brothel, and he's carrying
this dead frog on a stick. He goes to the madam and says, "I want
to get a hooker."
She looks at him and says that he's too young. He reaches into his
pocket and pulls out a hundred dollar bill. "I said I want to get a
hooker."
"Fine kid."
"...And I want her to have the clap."
The madam looks at the kid and says no. A hooker, sure, but a
hooker with the clap, no. The kid pulls out another hundred dollar
bill. "I said I want a whore with the clap."
"Fine."
"...And herpes."
The madam balks. No, she says. Thats too much. So he pulls aout
another hundred dollars. "I said I want a hooker with
herpes."
"Alright fine. Whatever."
"...And AIDS."
The madam stares at the kid with wide-eyed horror.
"No. I'm not going to give you AIDs."
He pulls out a hundred dollars.
"No. This is just wrong. How would I live with myself?"
He throws out another hundred. The madam looks at the kid and
decides that he's not going to back down. If she doesn't give him
what he wants, someone else probably would. ANd anyway, It is the
kids life, after all.
"Fine," she says. "Up the stairs, third door on the left."
The kid walks up the stairs. The stick with the dead frog bouncing
as he goes up the steps. He walks into the room and shuts the
door.
Ten minutes later he steps out the room, walks down the steps, and
is about to walk out the door when the madam stops him.
"Tell me," she says, "Why did you want to throw your life away like
that. I mean, your ten years old and you have the clap. And worse,
you have herpes. And even worse, you have AIDs. Why would you do
that?
The boy turns to her and says, "When I get home, I'm going to jerk
off on my babysitters tampon. Sometime later, after I'm in bed, my
dad is going to gently caress her. Sometime, in the next month, my
dad is going to gently caress my mom. And the next morning, my mom
is going to gently caress the mailman."
"And the mailman," the boy said," He's the one that ran over my
frog."
