Come back in ten years!

An 8-year-old knocks on the door of a brothel…

The Madam opens it up, looks down and sees the kid.

“What do you want?”

The kid says, “I wanna get laid!”

The Madam says, “Yeah, come back in ten years.”

But I wanna get laid.”

The Madam bends down and says,

“Kid, get out of here, come back in ten years. Tell you what, go find a tree with a hole in it and practice.”

Ten years later, the kid knocks again on the door.

The Madam recognizes him instantly,
“Kid! You’re back!”

The kid says,
“You said to wait ten years, so I did.”

Did you practice on the tree-like I told you?”

“Yes ma’am, I did!”

The Madam is so impressed that she walks him upstairs to the best lady in the house.
As the lady undresses, the kid walks over to the closet, grabs a broom, and starts whacking the prostitute.

The lady screams, “What are you doing kid?”

“Checking for squirrels.”

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