Yo Mamma Jokes Novels & Stories

I burst out laughing, unable to stop the unnaturally ugly laugh that came all the way from the pits of my stomach as I laughed at the story that my mum was telling me about how she had a running stomach while she was attending to Jennifer Lawrence and she asked for the bathroom but she couldn't reach it in time and she had to take a dump in a vase, right in the middle of the hallway. My mother was laughing just as loudly as I was, "and I couldn't stop. The diarrhoea kept coming out and it was uncontrollable!" she spoke over the loud noise of our laughs and trying to get a word in between her cackles. "Oh, my God! My stomach!" I complained, wiping tears from my eyes as I shook my head at my m

So, I ate my breakfast…fast… “Ma, why did you wake me up so early? The princess was finally going to kiss me but you woke me up. You’re such a killjoy, Mom,” I joked, laughing. But Mama’s brows just met as she frowned when she looked at me, and by that, I knew that she took my joke seriously. “Ouch! Ouch! Let go of my ears mom!” I shouted when she pinched my ear and pulled it lightly.

Aaron saw the conflict in me, and told me to go ahead and make all the jokes I wanted. I couldn’t help the “yo’ momma” jokes that immediately came out of my mouth. Aaron’s situation was incredibly sad and tragic. Even so…the idea of Aaron’s mate leaving him out of fear that he was sleeping with his own mother… how do you not make jokes out of that???? When I couldn’t stop making jokes, Aaron decided to tease me that my mate story was only marginally better, having met my mate while wearing a wedding dress.

I just loved the good family environment. " No Mamu, my mom is a good cook. Don't make fun of her. " Bill said defensively. " Hey, what was that, Mamu?? You called me that? " Rob asked and bhaiya and I smiled. " Yes!! Mamu is a cute short form of Mamaji, which means Maternal uncle." I said. " I like this word, call me that from now, it is kind of cute. " He smiled. " Ok Mamu, but don't make fun of my mom's cooking. Though our dad seems to be a better one, I loved the Halwa made by him. " Bill said and bhaiya looked very happy. Bhaiya hugged him immediately and grinned.

I did not wait for her to continue. “It is a joke I share with my Mum agape mou. It is something we always laugh about every time I come visiting.” I revealed with a self-deprecating snort at my Mum and she laughed lightly. I could feel my mate trying to control the humour from twitching her lips also. Much better!

Mummy laughed harder and at this point the jet was about to take off so the pilot announced that everyone should put on their seatbelt “But I'm right grandma, imagine mom hearing her colleagues at work talk about me, others mums would have been like, Yeah that's my son, but mum I know she would act like she had no idea of what they are talking about” “Haha,haha…..” At this point my mum and I joined in the laughter, and we could barely hold it in.

The woman’s face turned unsightly with anger, “How dare you make such foolish jokes?!” “Mom, I'm serious. My sister is alive, look!” She opened her Chatme app and fetched the video she had saved earlier, and passed the phone to her mother, “Take a look at it, Mom.” The woman accepted the phone and watched the video. Seeing who it was, she jolted, and the phone fell from her trembling fingers. “N…no, this is not true! Anamika is dead!!” the woman wiggled her head in denial. She refused to believe it.

, I said, my lips almost tearing apart for smiling too hard. " You're welcome dear", mom said. " Mom?" " What is it?" she rolled her eyes, chewing what was in her mouth. " You're not dad". " Says who? I and your father are one", she said, mimicking the voice of the monkey priest in The Lion King movie. We burst out in laughter. The sound of laughter made the aroma of the pancake more pleasing.

Tell that to the Grand Canyon-sized hole in my heart where Mama used to live. Before the big Cancer gatecrashed our lives, Mama was a ray of sunshine. Her laughter was like music, bouncing off the walls and filling our home with warmth. That woman's smile, I tell ya, it could melt the iciest hearts. She was our beacon, guiding us through life's ups and downs, always there with a gentle touch and a positive word.

mum tells her and her frown gets wider than before Gee thanks mum, now maybe I might get a prayer or two. I don't know why I'm just so out of it today. " Oh that must hurt a lot. doesn't it ? " she asks Are you dumb, can a bruise or a bump this big be so comforting or comfortable. of course it hurts " No it doesn't. in fact I feel so good " I say sarcastically and the woman shows anger. " Kids " mum says trying to joke to get her friend to forget what I had said but not that I care.