Sex and a Dead Frog

One day, a twelve year old boy walks into a brothel, dragging a dead frog behind him. The Madam asks “Can I help you son?” to which he replies, “Yes I’d like a girl for the night.”

She says “I’m afraid you are too young for one of my girls.” So he gets out his wallet and gives her £200. To which she says “She’ll be waiting for you up stairs.”

The boy says “But shes got to have herpes.”

The Madam replies “But all my girls are clean!” So out comes the wallet again and he gives her another £200. The Madam says “OK, she’ll be ready for you in about 10 mins”.

So he goes up the stairs dragging the dead frog. About 1/2 an hour later he comes down the stairs,with a big grin on his face, still dragging the dead frog. By now the Madam was just a touch curious so she asked him “Why did you come in here, dragging a dead frog and asking for a girl with herpes?”.

“Well, it’s like this”, he says, “When I get home tonight I’ll screw the baby-sitter and then she’ll get herpes. Then when my parents get home dad will drive her home and on the way they’ll stop and have sex, and he’ll get herpes. Later when dad gets home mum and dad will make love and then she’ll get herpes. And at about 9.30 tomorrow morning, when dad has gone to work, the milkman will come round, screw my mother and then he’ll get herpes…

...AND HE’S THE BASTARD WHO KILLED MY FROG !!!ARD WHO KILLED MY FROG !!!