A boy and his syphilis

A ten-year-old boy goes into a house of ill repute. He goes up to the madam and says, "I want to buy a woman."

The madam says, "Get outta here! You're too young!"

The kid reaches into his pocket and pulls out a huge wad of cash.

"Well," says the madam, looking at the bills, "we might be able to work something out. What exactly did you have in mind?"

The little boy responds, "I want a woman who has syphilis."

"Are you kidding me?" says the woman with wide eyes.

"Nope," says the kid, "I want a woman who has syphilis."

"Okay, it's up to you," says the madam, picking up the telephone. She calls the worst place in town, and they send a woman over. The boy goes upstairs with the woman, has sex, and comes down and pays the bill. With a "Thank you," he starts to walk out.

"Wait a minute, hold up," the madam says as he walks back to her, "I can understand you wanting to come in here but I don't understand why you wanted a woman with syphilis. Can you explain that to me?"

"Sure," says the kid. "That means *I* got syphilis now, right?"
"Yeah..."

"And that means when I go home and get the maid tonight, that mean's *she'll* have syphilis too, right?"
"Right."

"Then when the butler gets the maid, *he'll* have syphilis, right?"
"Okay..."

"Then when the butler gets mommy, *she'll* have syphilis, right?"
"Right."

"Then when mommy and daddy get with each other, *he'll* have syphilis, right?"
"Go on."

"Then when gets the gardener's wife, *she'll* get syphilis, right?"
"Right."

"Then when the gardener's wife gets with the gardener, *he'll* have syphilis, right?"
"Okay."

"Well *that's* the jerk who killed my turtle!"