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My sister and I always fired "yo momma" jokes back and forth. That was funny.
"Yo momma so fat, she irons her pants in the driveway."
"Yo momma so fat, her blood type's Ragu."
"Yo momma so fat, when she sits around the house, she sits AROUND the house."
"Yo momma so fat, she has her own ZIP code."
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