One day a twelve-year-old walks into a whorehouse 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
twenty minutes."

He slaps another hundred on the counter and says, "She has
to have active herpes."

The madam starts to sputter and asks why, but he slaps
another hundred on the counter and says, "Active herpes."

She responds, "Okay have a seat - it'll be about ten
minutes." Ten 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 kid replies, "When I get home, I'm going to screw the
baby sitter. And when mom and dad get home, dad will take
the baby sitter home and screw her on the way. And when he
gets back, he and mom are going to go upstairs and screw.
And tomorrow morning after dad goes to work, the milkman
will come in and mom will screw him.

And he's the bastard that ran over my frog.