P.A.I.D.S.
When you pay for a prostitute and later get a disease that smells like a dead raccoon.
I paid for a date and got a disease that smells like a dead raccoon. My life is a disaster.
That prostitute had a bad infection. I got it and I got mad.
I paid $30 for a quickie, and now I’m peeing like a dog. What was I thinking?