Little Johnny is five years old, and walking down the hallway to his older brothers bedroom. He opens the door, to find his brother, just laying it to his hot girlfriend. "Hey Steve!", Johnny asks, "What are you doing?" The brother, scrambling, says, "I'm playing poker Johnny."
"Well, what's She doing??" Johnny asks his brother.
"She's my wild card man!"
Well, a few days go by, and Johnny finds himself opening the door to his parents bedroom, only to find Dad just going to town on Mom. "Dad, whatcha doing?"
"Ahhhhh, I'm playing poker Johnny!"
"Then what's Mom doing?"
"She's my wild card son."
Alright, first his brother, now his dad, he can accept this as true. A week goes by, when the dad and the brother hear strange noises coming from little Johnny's bedroom. They open the door, to find Johnny just beating it to beat all. "JOHNNY, JOHNNY, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?", Dad screams.
"I'm playing poker Daddy."
"WELL WHERE'S YOUR WILD CARD SON, WHERE'S YOUR WILD CARD?"
"With a hand like this, who needs a wild card". . . .