I was just looking for some Yo Momma jokes, and found some great one’s…
Your mama’s so hairy, you almost died of rugburn at birth!
Your mother is so poor when I asked to go to the bathroom, she said, ‘3 boxes down and to the left.’
Yo’ Momma is so fat, when she stepped on the scale, it said, “I want your weight. Not your phone number.”
Do you have any Yo Momma jokes?
My favorite two have always been:
Yo mama so fat, she was standing on the corner and the cops came by and told her to break it up.
Yo mama so fat, when she hauls ass, she gotta make two trips.
Yo momma’s so dumb, I told her to take the 4 train, she took the two train twice!
Yo momma’s so fat, she has to buy two seats on the airplane, which makes flying prohibitively expensive and so yo momma can only travel when absolutely necessary. But it isn’t the money that’s the problem; it’s the humiliation. Days when yo momma flies are a constant reminder of her weight and all it has cost her. The most notable loss has been yo daddy, who left shortly after the weight started becoming apparent. After the thyroid problem was diagnosed, yo momma was optimistic. With treatment, she thought, things would return to normal and she’d find a new man, one who wouldn’t run away at the first sign of trouble. But then the surgery was botched, and over the last four or five years yo momma became obese. And so she tries to remain upbeat, and look for medical solutions, but it’s difficult when she’s constantly reminded of her weight, and then sometimes she’s overwhelmed, maybe by a kid staring on the street, or a callous look from someone in the grocery store (who will inevitably peer into her basket, hoping to see a gallon of ice cream or a economy sized box of moon pies, inevitably disappointed by its contents: usually vegetables and sensible snacks). Yo momma’s so fat that she cries almost every night, but days when she has to fly are the worst.
Yo momma’s so old that you middle aged.
Yo momma’s so fat, she at great risk for cardiovascular disease.