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For his birthday Little Patrick asked for an XR50 dirtbike. His father
said, "Son, we'd give you one, but the mortgage on this house is $180,000
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 heard you tell
mom 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
$180,000 mortgage and no fucking bike!"
said, "Son, we'd give you one, but the mortgage on this house is $180,000
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 heard you tell
mom 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
$180,000 mortgage and no fucking bike!"