P.A.I.D.S.
When you spend your cash on a one-night stand and later get a disease that makes you wish you were dead.
I spent my last $20 on a prostitute and now I’m peeing blood. I should’ve gone to the movies.
That prostitute had a rash and a smile. I should’ve run.
I paid for a quickie and now I’m on antibiotics. My wallet’s broke and my body’s mad.