Yo Mama So Fat Jokes Novels & Stories

, I reported myself. “Dominico, you don’t do that to a mother. C’mon” she too suddenly became upset at my choice of joke. “Giuliana is raving mad at me mom, I think I pulled her last straw—“ “I hope she gets you kicked really hard in the ass for being so naughty”, my mother said and ended the call. A bad day to joke I guess.

“Are you sure?“ I asked. I was scared that they were just happy to see me gain more weight. “I am very sure, darling,” Mom said, and she began looking at her phone. “See, this is my picture when I was pregnant with you. Ha! Ha! I was so fat! But look at me now.“ I also burst out laughing when I saw her picture. Compared to her, I was way better. So did that mean that I would be fine after giving birth? A smile appeared on my lips, and I sank my teeth into the piece of meat. There was nothing to worry about anymore.

"Maryam isn't familiar with all those meals you're listing." "Eh ... It's because you're always cooking noodles for her." Mama retorted and then turned to Maryam again who was now smiling. "Don't worry. After you stay with me for about a week you'll get fat. Your mom and dad won't even recognize you when they see you again." "But Grandma, do I really need to eat Eba?" Maryam asked, squeezing her face like only the thought of it could make her puke. Mama nodded in affirmative.

"Kennedy tell me you are not pregnant." I stopped what I was doing and looked up at her, "really! Damn, why is everybody saying that, do I look fat?" Mom eyed me, "Kennedy Claire I don't care how old you are you will not cuss in my house. I don't know where you got that nasty habit." I made a face at her, "hmm let's see, maybe you." She laughed, "shit, I know but I can't help it."

Mom patted his hair, he pushed her hands away from him. Grumbling, he sat down. “ My butt is not fat. ” He stabbed the bacon, like it was the cause of his problem. Mom just shake her head, not bothering to answer him. She opened the refrigerator, she whipped her head towards us. “ There is only one strawberry yoghurt here, who want it ?” “ I want it.” I shouted, pushing my plate foward as I came down from the stool, going to the kitchen to retrieve my sweet yoghurt.

she added furiously. “Oh baby, that worked like a charm every damn time,” Alpha Zoe happily sighed. “But who thought that it was ok to wax me when I was fvcking pregnant and already so sensitive and in pain !!!” I could tell she was glaring at my mom by the tone of her angry voice. “Well you had it coming for making jokes while I was in labour,” Mom snorted. “I had no idea if I should cry because of the pain or because of your stupid knock knock jokes,” she added.

“You don’t smell tea, Dad. You spill it.” “No estoy de acuerdo,” Gael chimes in. “I definitely smell tea when your Mamá makes it.” I snort. Dad joke solidarity. We do this all the time, and the best part is: Fati knows it’s coming. And still, she can’t help but react. “¡Me vuelves loco! I know you know the right expression. Just use it correctly!” she wails. Merry and JoJo are choking back laughter in the back seat. Gael and I hold poker faces for all of five more seconds before we burst into laughter.

she added furiously. “Oh baby, that worked like a charm every damn time,” Alpha Zoe happily sighed. “But who thought that it was ok to wax me when I was fvcking pregnant and already so sensitive and in pain !!!” I could tell she was glaring at my mom by the tone of her angry voice. “Well you had it coming for making jokes while I was in labour,” Mom snorted. “I had no idea if I should cry because of the pain or because of your stupid knock knock jokes,” she added.

“I wouldn’t have even guessed you were related.” My grandma gave a botched laugh — the type she kept reserved for church and events such as these. “She’s the only one in our family who’s overweight,” she said lightly, like she was discussing the weather. “I’ve been telling her to stay away from junk food, but you know how these things go. If she doesn’t change, she’ll never find a man.” My chest tightened as they all laughed at me. Laughed like the joke that I was. “I mean,” she continued, gesturing proudly, “look at my daughter.”

I contradicted. “Who the hell is that fatty bear? I had warned you already, Maureen, no boyfriend ‘till you’re 19!” Mom exclaimed. I and Aunt Nicole look at each other them burst into laughter. “Come on sister, your princess is talking about my fat prince, She explained to Mom. “Mom, I’m not fat!” Kylle stated in his almost-crying sound. “Woah! what a word. Someone seems to be mirror less” I narrated sipping on my tea and saw his faced turned as red as tomato.