Dead Frog on a String

One day, a 12 year old boy walks into a whorehouse dragging a
dead frog on a string. He stomps up to the counter and says to
the madam, "I wanna woman."


"I'm sorry," she says, "but we don't let boys your age have a
woman." The little boy slams a hundred dollar bill down on the
counter and says, "I wanna woman!" So the madam asks him what
kind of woman he wants.


"A skanky one," he replies. "I want her to have AIDS, Syphilis,
crabs, the works. I want the nastiest whore in the place."


Offended, the madam says, "We don't have women like that here."
So the boy slams another hundred down, and the madam points to a
room down the hall and says "last door on the right."


The boy walks down the hall, dragging his dead frog on a string,
and goes into the room. He screws the hell out of the woman, and
then leaves (still dragging his dead frog on a string). Just as
he's getting ready to leave, the madam calls him over and asks
why on earth he would want someone so nasty.


"Well, it's like this," he says, "I'm gonna go home about seven
o'clock tonight, and I'm gonna have sex with my babysitter. Then
when mom and dad come home about nine o' clock, dad's gonna take
the babysitter home, and he's gonna screw her. Then dad's gonna
come home, and him and mom are gonna go to bed, and they'll
screw. In the morning, dad will leave for work, and the milkman
will stop by, and mom will have sex with him. Now here's where
it all comes down you see!! I'm gonna really get him, because
the milkman is the one that killed my damn frog!!"