Yo Mama So Fat Jokes Novels & Stories

"I will get off if you take back with you said about me." "Get off - off of me, I will never take back what I said." I whispered, trying hard to breathe in, but can't, "Wha - What I said is what I said. And a fact is a fact, be - because you are a big - big fatty. Look at you - you're bigger than an elephant and - and you're heavier than a - a whale!" He laughed and that puts more weight on me. "You - you fat fatty, oh my god, I don't know people this heav - heavy exist." I whispered, laughing at myself. Jeffrey laughed harder.

Mom meets her halfway, and they throw their arms around each other, squealing and crying all at once. I just stood there, stunned. When they finally pull apart, my aunt Catalina holds Mom’s shoulders, eyes shining. “Look at you,” she scolds softly. “You’ve gotten thinner. I leave you for a few years and you forget how to eat?” Mom chuckles, wiping at her tears. “It’s all these fancy diets you keep preaching.” “Excuses,” Catalina says, rolling her eyes. “You always were lazy about food.” They both start giggling again, the sound light and strange.

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

Just emptiness. It terrified me more than the rejection itself. “Are you still there?” I whispered into the storm. No answer. My vision blurred again. Maybe she hated me too. Maybe she blamed me for ruining our only chance. A bitter, broken laugh escaped my lips. “My toxic trait is being fat.”

Better to leave it unasked. Instead, he asked. "Perhaps, did I say anything silly last night? Anything shocking?" Zoey gulped, clenching her fist nervously. She couldn't let him know she already found out about his feelings for Jordy. "No." She lied. "Except when you called me fat." "I called you fat?" Jamal repeated awkwardly. "I know, right. I was shocked too when you did. I'm not fat, and you know I hate it when anyone says I'm fat."

Just as I had expected my mom's friends are all here, at least the ones I can remember. “Oh Ivy look how grown you've become, just take a look at those big boobs of yours” one of them exclaims and I immediately start to feel uncomfortable. This is one of the many reasons why I don't like them at all. “Oh stop it, those little things” mom says and they all laugh. What a great way to boost my body image mom. “Where's your husband?” One asks, the one I know to be Velma. “Oh he's right outside his G-wagon” mom says not missing the opportunity to brag.

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.”

"You don’t get my jokes?" "I never get your jokes dad even mom." Dad immediately face mom. "You don’t get my jokes honey?" "No! I do well most of the time." She smile sheepishly. "Tyler, my jokes aren’t that bad right?" I glanced at Tyler and saw him shaking his head. "No, of course not. I find it funny." "See… even Tyler like it." I rolled my eyes. "He’s a liar." I muttered lowly. Dad raised his eyebrow to me. "What’s that?"

“I’m not boring. Your mother doesn’t find me boring, do you, Katy?” Katy looked at me with a not-so-subtle wink. “Never.” “You laugh at my jokes! You love my stories!” he protested, looking aghast. Matthew snorted. “It’s habit, Dad. Face it. Boring. I’m telling you—you’re not all that and a bag of potato chips.” I tried not to laugh at Richard’s expression. Jaxson was smirking, trying to hide his amusement. Reed was shoveling eggs into his mouth like a starved man, concealing his grin.

She replied, hugging her daughter from behind. "Oh look at that cutie, are you hungry? Are you? Do you want some mash potato, my darling?" Amy baby talked Helga while pinching her cheeks. "You're making her fat, Mom. It might not be good." Dolora warned her mother before checking the crib, seeing Gia kicking both of her feet in the air while watching those toys hanging above her. "You were a fat baby, Dolora, have you forgotten that I almost broke my back just to give a sleeping sound of lullaby? Oh how would you remember, you were just a baby." Amy answered herself and laughed so heartily.