Drider_it

Yo mama is like a bowling ball.. she gets picked up.. fingered and thrown down the gutter and she keeps comeing back for more.

yo mama is so fat she once sat and a rainbow and skittles poped out

I saw yo mama kicking a can down the road when i asked her what she was doing she said im moving

yo moma is so stupid when someone said it was chilly out side she ran out with a bowl and a spoon yelling "where where"

yo moma is so talk and greasy the kids use her for a slip and slide

yo moma has lips so big chapstick had to invent a spray

god i used to love spending endless hours with friends doing this... sigh



Yo mama's so ugly, they filmed "Gorillas in the Mist" in her shower

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