Fathers Of Anarchy

(I am visiting my friend and his wife. I am talking with the wife in the kitchen, when I hear my friend making motorcycle noises with his mouth. A few seconds later he comes into view pushing his 8-month old son on a riding scooter that plays children’s songs.)

Friend’s wife: “How many times have I told you to not play Sons of Anarchy with our son when company is over?”

Friend: “You’re my old lady, and we need to ride!”

(He imitates the engine revving, makes it do a wheelie and races off into the living room while ‘Camptown Races’ jingles merrily from the scooter’s speaker.)