Momma Jokes Novels & Stories

Mom picked, narrowing her brows suspiciously at me. Hearing her utter that word, I felt my heart skip. Did I make it sound that way? Suddenly, she busted out laughing and said, “I’m just joking! Why are you creeped out by what I said? They are just pets.” “Yeah, just pets,” I agreed, faking laughter. That was a close call.

Mama Marsha explained. Rully laughed even more out loud, he held his stomach which hurt from laughing so much. Meanwhile, Monica frowned even more, she felt embarrassed and annoyed. “Mom, why did you say that to Rully? I'm embarrassed, Mom." Monica covered her face with a pillow. Monica's attitude actually made Mama Marsha and Rully laugh out loud even more. Rully really couldn't control his laughter anymore. Meanwhile, Mama Marsha burst into tears from laughing. “Bad mom! You too Rully, you're evil! I hate you!" TBC (TO BE CONTINUED)

It takes a few seconds before she asks “What?” “He won the ‘no-bell’ prize!” and suddenly all the laugh that I keep holding in has let out like a demon leaving a body. I remember scrolling through F******k and seeing that post for the first time. I laughed so hard that my mom thought there was something wrong with me. Best day of my life! Still never fails to crack me up! I calm down, letting out bits of chortles. When I look at Sadie, she’s not laughing. Instead, she looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed. I turn back around, flustered.

She cried out unveiling her fear. Joshua burst into laughter, he couldn’t contain how amused he was at his mother’s words at the moment, he couldn’t believe that this was exactly what was going on in his mother’s mind, he wondered why his mother would ever think of something like that “mother, what are you even saying?” “It’s a question Joshua, I see nothing funny about any of these” she cried out boiling angrily within.

I ask her, completely ignoring the work I was just doing. "Oh son I don't want you to be unprofessional," mom replies, sarcasm clearly in her tone. She walks out of the room before I have a chance to reply. Why do moms do that type of thing? It's so damn annoying, especially when you are an adult and she still thinks it's funny to do.

She waved her hand lightly, the diamonds on her fingers catching the light. “Oh, heavens, don’t look so grim. It was nothing,” she said. “It’s an old joke, that’s all. You know how people say boys can be too much like being wild and dramatic, and how it is exhausting to be a boy mom. So the joke is about how a mother knows she needs so much help to raise them. It’s just something the older generation repeats. Nothing serious.” Her gaze shifted amongst the crowd. “Don’t tell me you don’t know it.”

I murmur, looking through the stuff, "Half of this won't make it past my ass." "Hey, I love your ass," Leo rushes to say, but his mom gasps so he makes a grimace, realizing what he said in front of her, "That was a joke." "Don't be crass, especially not in front of other people," she chastises him, "You are definitely not fat, Jolene and I'm sure we'll find something you love in your size." Huh. My mom would've called me an obese whale by now, but I guess not all moms are the same.

Mom said, " so I told the head maid to bring food and drinks for us while we think and talk about what to do tomorrow" "Aw, that's so sweet of you mother, I honestly didn't think you were this nice," I said teasing Mother and trying to hold my laughter. Melinda let out and unexpected chuckle and almost fell off her chair but was fast enough to stop herself from falling off the chair. Mother glared at me before she turned to glare at Melinda, the laugh I was hoping burst out effortlessly. " Mom, I was just joking. '' I stood up to hug my mom and kissed her on her cheeks.

"E il bambina?" I smiled. "Sembra che diventerai nonni anche prima." Looks like you'll be grandparents even sooner. Momma did a little dance as she silently screamed her joy to the ceiling. Her fists pumped into the air as she twirled and spun around the room. She swept Papa up into her glee. They swayed around the room to a music only Momma could hear. Jessa jolted against me gently. "Why are they dancing?" I chuckled. "They're excited to become nonni."

“My Mom was always the broadcaster. Always talking. Always had something in mind to say. Something important to chip in. Growing up as a child, I saw her as a talkative, meddlesome, basket mouth.” A short laugh escaped my mouth. I wasn't supposed to laugh. This was Mrs. Jocelyn's mom we were talking about here. A serious matter. But I couldn't help but laugh. Basket mouth? Who calls their Mom a basket mouth? Mrs. Jocelyn didn't care that I laughed. She didn't look pissed. She gave a smile, them started laughing too, like we were talking about the weather.