For his birthday Little Patrick asked for a 10-speed bicycle. His father
said, "Son, we'd give you one, but the mortgage on this house is £80,000
and your mother just lost her job. There's no way we can afford it."
The next day the father saw Little Patrick heading out the front door
with a suitcase. So he asked, "Son, where are you going?"
Little Patrick told him, "I was walking past your room last night and I
heard you tell mum you were pulling out. Then I heard her tell you to wait
because she was coming too. And I'll be damned if I'm staying here by
myself with an £80,000 mortgage and no fucking bike!"