An 8-year-old boy knocks on the door of a brothel. The Madam opens the door, looks down at him, and asks, “What do you want?” “I want to get laid!” the boy replies confidently. The Madam raises an eyebrow. “Come back in ten years, kid.” “But I really want to get laid!” She bends down and says firmly, “Listen, kid, come back in ten years. In the meantime, find a tree with a hole in it and practice.” Fast forward ten years, and the boy returns, knocking on the door again. The Madam recognizes him immediately. “It’s you! You actually waited ten years!” The now-grown boy nods. “You told me to wait, so I did.” She leans in with a curious smile. “Did you practice with the tree, like I suggested?” “Yes, ma’am, I practiced,” he confirms. Impressed, the Madam leads him upstairs to the best woman in the house. As the lady undresses, the boy suddenly grabs a broom from the corner and starts hitting her with it. The startled woman screams, “What are you doing?”
The young man, without missing a beat, replies, “Just checking for squirrels first!”
