just another old sick one...

Salesman rings doorbell of a house, door is answered by a small boy with eyeshadow, lipstick, bloodstained hands, wearing a monacle, basque & suspenders, silk gown, hobnail boots, with a full brandy glass in one hand, a belt round the his fore arm with a syringe dangling out; a big spliff hangin' out his gob, fresh faeces smeared up and down his thighs handcuffed to a pet rabbit with electrodes connected from it's eyelids to a nearby electric socket; a polythene bag over it's head and a chopstick up it's bum.

Agasp, the salesman nervously asks... "Is your mum in?"

The child responds, nonchalantly, "What do you think?".