Okay, so this kid walks into a whorehouse, dragging a dead frog on a string. He's maybe 12 years old, tops. He says to the Madame, "I want a girl. One with a disease."
Well the Madame, you can understand, is a bit shocked. "What're you, kid, 10?"
"I'm 12!", he says, and before she can interrupt he adds, "and I got money!"
The kid throws a huge chunk of cash on the counter.
"Well," she says, "far be it from me to deny a paying customer, even one your age, but I gotta ask....why do you want a girl with a disease?"
"It's like this," says the kid, "I figure she'll give me whatever she's got, then I'll go home and give it to the babysitter."
The Madame smiles.
"The babysitter, she'll give it to my dad, and my dad'll give it to my mom. My mom," says the kid, "she'll give it to the mailman...
"AND THAT'S THE SONAFABITCH WHO RAN OVER MY FROG!!!"