Vengeance Can Be Taken Too Far
There once was a young boy who trudged along the road, dragging behind him a leash. That leash was attached to the broken, bloody, dripping, disgusting, crushed, dead remains of a dog. There were tire tracks covering the dog's body. The boy dragged the mutilated canine along the street, until he arrived at a whorehouse.The boy entered the whorehouse, still dragging the repulsive, stinking dog-corpse. He approached the madam and said, "Excuse me. I'd like a bitch with AIDS."
The madam was appropriately shocked and said, "I'm sorry, sir. This is a respectable establishment, and we don't have any girls with AIDS. Now, would you like a blond? A brunette? A redhead...?"
"I meant what I said, and I said what I meant," said the little boy. "I want a bitch with AIDS, right now. I've got ten thousand dollars here." The boy reached into his pocket, and produced a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills.
Seeing the money, the madam lowered her voice and said, "All right. Here's the key to a room on the sixth floor. Just knock on the door, and a young lady with AIDS will let you in."
The boy thanked the madam, and graciously handed over the ten thousand dollars. He proceeded to go to the stairwell, and ascend the stairs, dragging the mutilated dog up the stairs. As the boy went up five flights of stairs, the crushed dog smacked against each step, until its already destroyed body oozed with blood and gore. By the time the boy reached the sixth floor, the bloody mess was barely recognizable.
The boy knocked on the door, and was greeted by a young prostitute. The boy entered the room, undressed, and immediately had unprotected sex with her.
After they had had intercourse, the prostitute said to the boy, "You know, I really don't understand what you've done. You've exposed yourself to a horrible, deadly disease, and you'll probably die from it within the next few years. What could possibly have motivated you to do such a thing?"
"Well," said the boy, "it's very simple. I'm going home now, and I'm going to pass on the disease to my babysitter. Then, the babysitter will give it to my dad. My dad will give it to my mom. And my mom will give it to the milkman. And HE'S the bastard who ran over my dog!!!"