For his birthday, little Johnny asked for a 10-speed bicycle.
His father said: “Son, we’d give you one, but the mortgage on this house is $289,000 and your mother just lost her job.
There’s no way we can afford it.”
The next day the father saw little Johnny heading out the front door with a suitcase.
So he asked: “Son, where are you going?”
Little Johnny replied: “I was walking past your room last night and heard you telling mom you were pulling out.
Then I heard mom tell you to wait because she was coming too.
And, I’ll be damned if I’m staying here by myself with a $289,000 mortgage, and no fuckin’ bike.