Vandamonium’s Weblog

No matter where you go, there you are.

The Story of the Flattened Frog


A little boy about 12 years old is walking down the street dragging a
flattened frog on a string behind him. He came up to the doorstep of
“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
to buy it, and I’m not leaving until I get it.

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”.

The boy said, “I heard all the men talking about having to get shots after
making love 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 place to eat, leaving me at home with a baby-sitter.
After they leave, my baby-sitter will have sex with me because she just
happens to be very fond of cute little boys. She will then get the disease
that I just caught. When Mum and Dad get back, Dad
will take the baby-sitter home. On the way, he’ll give her one in the car
and he’ll catch the disease.

Then when Dad gets home from the baby-sitter’s, he and Mum will go to bed
and have sex, and Mum will catch it.

In the morning when Dad goes to work, the Milkman will deliver the milk,
have a quickie with Mum and catch the disease, and HE’S the prick that ran
over my frog…..

No comments yet»

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: