A father is walking through town with his 7-year old son, when they come by a brothel.
The son asks, “What’s this?”
The father replies: “This is a ‘House of Joy’, one can buy joy there.”
Next week the father gives his son 8€ as pocket money and the son immediately goes to town to the brothel. He turns up to the first prostitute he sees and says, “I have 8€ and I want to buy joy here!”
The Lady looks at him, smiles and replies, “OK boy, come with me.”
As they are in her séparée, she goes to a cupboard and takes out a package of toast and Nutella. She prepares 8 slices spreading Nutella on them and hands them over to the boy. “There you go, kiddie!”
As the little boy returns home he tells his father: “I’ve just been in the ‘House of Joy’!”
The father is, of course, utterly shocked and asks, “What did you do there?”
“Well, I easily nailed the first six, but overall it was a bit too much for me and I could only lick over the last two!”
from The Guardian comments
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