One day a twelve-year-old walks into a house of ill-repute dragging a dead frog on a string behind him, he slaps a hundred-dollar bill on the counter and says, "I want one of your women." The madam looks at him and says "Don't you think you're a bit young for that?" He slaps another hundred on the counter and says, "I want one of your women."
The madam says "okay, have a seat, she'll be down in about thirty minutes."
He slaps another hundred on the counter and says, "she has to have active
herpes." The madam starts to sputter and ask why, but he slaps another hundred
on the counter and says "active herpes." She responds, "okay, have a seat- it'll
be about five minutes."
Two minutes later, a woman comes out, they go upstairs (dragging this dead
frog) and do their deal... As he's leaving, the madam asks him "okay, why did
you want someone with active herpes?" The twelve-year-old replies... When I get
home, I'm going to sleep with the baby-sitter, and when mom and dad get home,
dad will take the baby-sitter to her home and sleep with her on the way. Then,
when he gets back, he and mom are going to go upstairs and do it. And tomorrow
morning after dad goes to work, the milkman will come in and mom will sleep with
him, and he's the bastard that ran over my frog.