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sojourne
| | Posted on Monday, November 04, 2002 - 08:36 pm: | 
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There was this little boy about 10 years old walking down the sidewalk dragging a "flattened" frog on a string behind him. He walked up to a house of ill repute and knocked on the door. When the Madam answered it, she saw the little boy and asked what he wanted.
He said, "I want to have sex with one of the women inside. I have the money
and I'm not leaving until I do." The Madam figured, why not, so she told
him to come in. Once in, she told him to pick any of the girls he liked. He
asked, "Do any of the girls have any diseases?" Of course, the Madam said
no. He said, "I heard all the men talking about having to get shots after
making it with Amber.
THAT'S the girl I want!" Since the little boy was so adamant and had the
money to pay for it, the Madam told him to go to the first room on the right.
He headed down the hall dragging the squashed frog behind him. Ten minutes
later he came back, still dragging the frog, paid the Madam, and headed out
the door.
The Madam stopped him and asked, "Why did you pick the only girl in the
place with a disease, instead of one of the others?"
He said, "Well, if you must know, tonight when I get home, my parents are
going out to a restaurant to eat, leaving me at home with my baby-sitter.
After they leave, my baby-sitter will have sex with me because she just
happens to be very fond of little boys.
She will get the disease that I just caught. When Mom and Dad get back, Dad
will take the baby-sitter home. On the way, he'll jump the baby-sitter's
bones, and he'll catch the disease.
Then when Dad gets home from the baby-sitters, he and Mom will go to bed
and have sex, and Mom will catch it.
In the morning when Dad goes to work, the Milkman will deliver the milk,
have a quickie with Mom and catch the disease, and HE'S the son-of-a-b!tch
who ran over my FROG! |
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