Yo Momma

After several years of publicly denouncing ‘yo momma’ jokes and insults, I finally began spewing them like no orifice was enough. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t stop. Finally, just as my friends started partaking in the festivities, I grew weary and stopped.

Just in time, too, because I immediately issued a new pixel bull: anyone that told an unprovoked ‘yo momma’ joke would get a swift kick in the ass. My friends, being inane insultmongers, tested me the first few days. Luckily, they were as tired as I was of the concept and we all declared a cease-fire… Until one fateful day when I was playing Halo against them and someone said that I was losing terribly.

“No, you’re losing terribly,” I remarked, in my ever so witty ways.
“That’s getting old,” they said, probably in referrence to my witty ways.
“No, you’re getting old,” I retorted jokingly. Then, deciding that I could double up the joke, I said, “and your mom’s getting old too.”

We spent the next two hours and the next week after that debating back and forth as to just what constituted a ‘yo momma’ joke and whether my joke was provoked or not.

Yeah. How exciting, I know.

This is my definition of a ‘Yo Momma’ insult:

  • it makes referrence to the mother in an unflattering way where the entire joke is dependent on how unattractive or uncharacteristic she acts or possibly how intimate the joke teller knows her.
  • The joke need not have the words ‘yo,’ ‘momma,’ or any variation there of (your, mother, mom, etc.), the joke also needs to come in one of several variations to the same formula: “yo momma’s so____,” “me and your momma _____,” or “x is like his momma because y.”

A provokation for a joke shall now be

  • the bringing up of the mother in conversation without the intent of a joke or
  • the setting up of an adjective that could easily be translated into a ‘yo momma’ joke so long as
  • no jokes have been said in the past fifteen (15) minutes.

If you don’t take your humor seriously, nobody will ever laugh..

After several years of publicly denouncing ‘yo momma’ jokes and insults, I finally began spewing them like no orifice was enough. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t stop. Finally, just as my friends started partaking in the festivities, I grew weary and stopped. Just in time, too, because I immediately issued a new pixel…