Category: yo mama

Yo Momma So Fat She Fat!

yo momma so old she sat next to Rosa Parks on the bus

Yo mama so hairy you almost died of rugburn at birth!

Your momma breath so bad when she talk it smeels like her tongue farted!!!!

yo momma is so fat she says pow she turns into a fat ass cow

Yo mama so fat when she plays hopscotch, she goes New York, L.A., Chicago…

Q: How can you tell when a lawyer is lying?
A: His lips are moving.

Q: What’s the difference between a dead dog in the road and a dead lawyer in the road?
A: There are skid marks in front of the dog.

Q: Why won’t sharks attack lawyers?
A: Professional courtesy.

Q: What do you have when a lawyer is buried up to his neck in sand?
A: Not enough sand.

Q: How do you get a lawyer out of a tree?
A: Cut the rope.

Q: Do you know how to save a drowning lawyer?
A1: Take your foot off his head.
A2: No. Good!

Q: What’s the difference between a lawyer and a bucket of dung?
A: The bucket.

Q: What is the definition of a shame (as in “that’s a shame”)?
A: When a bus load of lawyers goes off a cliff.

Q: What is the definition of a “crying shame”?
A: There was an empty seat.

Q: What do you get when you cross the Godfather with a lawyer?
A: An offer you can’t understand

Q. Why is it that many lawyers have broken noses?
A. From chasing parked ambulances.

Q. Where can you find a good lawyer?
A. In the cemetery

Q. What’s the difference between a lawyer and a vampire?
A. A vampire only sucks blood at night.

Q. How many law professors does it take to change a light bulb?
A. Heck, you need 250 just to lobby for the research grant.

Q: If you see a lawyer on a bicycle, why don’t you swerve to hit him?
A: It might be your bicycle.

Q:Where can you find a good lawyer?
A:In the city morgue.

A housewife, an accountant and a lawyer were asked “How much is 2+2?” The housewife replies: “Four!”. The accountant says: “I think it’s either 3 or 4. Let me run those figures through my spread sheet one more time.” The lawyer pulls the drapes, dims the lights and asks in a hushed voice, “How much do you want it to be?”

A grade school teacher was asking students what their parents did for a living. “Tim, you be first,” she said. “What does your mother do all day?” Tim stood up and proudly said, “She’s a doctor.” “That’s wonderful. How about you, Amie?” Amie shyly stood up, scoffed her feet and said, “My father is a mailman.” “Thank you, Amie,” said the teacher. “What about your father, Billy?” Billy proudly stood up and announced, “My daddy plays piano in a whore house.” The teacher was aghast and promptly changed the subject to geography. Later that day she went to Billy’s house and rang the bell. Billy’s father answered the door. The teacher explained what his son had said and demanded an explanation. Billy’s father said, “I’m actually an attorney. How can I explain a thing like that to a seven-year-old?”

A blonde gets on an airplane and sits down in the first class section of the plane. The stewardess rushes over to her and tells her she must move to coach because she doesn’t have a first class ticket. The blonde replies, “I’m blonde, I’m smart, I have a good job, and I’m staying in first class until we reach Jamaica.”

The disgusted stewardess gets the head stewardess who asks the blonde to leave. The blonde yet again repeats “I’m blonde, I’m smart, I have a good job and I’m staying in first class until we reach Jamaica.” The head stewardesses doesn’t even know what to do at this point because they still have to get the rest of the passengers seated to take off; the blode is causing a problem with boarding now, so the stewardess gets the copilot.

The copilot goes up to the blonde and whispers in her ear. She immediately gets up and goes to her seat in the coach section. The head stewardess asks the copilot in amazement what he said to get her to move to her correct seat. The copilot replies, “I told her the front half of the airplane wasn’t going to Jamaica.”

A blonde went to the appliance store sale and found a bargain. “I would like to buy this TV,” she told the salesman. “Sorry, we don’t sell to blondes,” he replied. She hurried home and dyed her hair, then came back and again told the salesman “I would like to buy this TV.” “Sorry, we don’t sell to blondes,” he replied. “Darn, he recognized me,” she thought. She went for a complete disguise this time, haircut and new color, new outfit, big sunglasses, then waited a few days before she again approached the salesman. “I would like to buy this TV.” “Sorry, we don’t sell to blondes,” he replied. Frustrated, she exclaimed “How do you know I’m a blonde?” “Because”, he replied, “that’s a microwave.

Your momma is so fat . . .
She put on her BVDs and it spelled “Boulevard”.

Your momma’s so bald headed, she curls her hair with rice.

yo mama so fat when a yellow bus filled with white people turned the corner she said twinkie