Don’t fuck with Little Johnny
I like [tag]Little Johnny stories[/tag], how about you? Here’s one that got me laughing this morning so I thought I’d pass is along. I hope you like it too:
Little Johnny is walking down the sidewalk dragging a flattened frog on a string behind him. He comes up to the doorstep of the local whorehouse and knocks on the door. When the Madam comes to answer it, she sees Little Johnny and asks what he wants. He says he wants to have sex with one of the women inside, has the money to pay for it, and isn’t leaving until he gets it.
The Madam figures why not, so she tells him to come in. Once he gets in, she tells him to pick any of the girls he likes. He asks her if any of the girls have any diseases, and of course the Madam says no. But Little Johnny says he’s heard all the men talking about having to go to the hospital and get shots after fucking Mable, and THAT was the girl he wanted.
Since Little Johnny is so adamant and has the money to pay for it, the Madam tells him to go upstairs and go to the first room on the right. So he heads down the hall dragging the squashed frog behind him.
Ten minutes later he comes back down, still dragging the frog, pays the Madam, and heads for the door, at which time the Madam stops him and asks him why he picked the only girl in the place with a disease, instead of one of the others.
Little Johnny replied: “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 a baby-sitter. When they leave, I’m going to have sex with my [tag]baby-sitter[/tag], who always does that when she watches me, and then she’ll get the disease that I just caught.
When mom and dad get back, dad will take the baby-sitter home, and on the way, he’ll jump the baby-sitter’s bones like he always does, and he’ll catch the disease.
Then when dad gets home from the baby-sitters, he and mom will go to bed and they’ll have sex as usual, and mom will catch it.
In the morning when dad goes to work, the milkman will deliver the milk, and he’ll have a quickie with mom, and he’ll catch it, and HE’S the son-of-a-bitch who ran over my FROG!
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(The moral is in the title: Don’t fuck with Little Johnny.)
