A little boy walks into a whorehouse carrying a dead frog and crying. He slaps 100 on the counter and says, "Gimme the dirtiest, nastiest whore in the building, and make sure she has herpes!" "Aren't you a little young for this place?", asks the madam. He says nothing, and puts another 500 on the counter.

The madam takes it, and motions him toward a room at the top of the stairs. The boy picks up his dead frog and goes into the room.

After about an hour, the boy emerges from the room, breathing heavily and still carrying his frog.

The madam, curious, stops him at the door. "Hey, kid, how'd you get so much money?" The boy shrugs. "Been savin'.

" "Okay, well....

what's the deal with the dead frog?" "Well, when I get home I'm gonna have sex with the babysitter, and she's gonna get herpes. Then, when my dad gets home he's gonna have sex with the babysitter, and he's gonna get herpes. Then, when my mom gets home she's gonna have sex with my dad, and she's gonna get herpes. Then, when my dad is at work, my mom's gonna have sex with the mailman. And that's the motherf**ker that ran over my frog!"