Up your game, baby. You’ve got to bring it hard if you want to diss my mama. To wit:
Your mama is so fat that she broke her leg in a grisly skiing accident.
Your mama is so ugly that she wore a mask to go trick-or-treating.
Your mama is so fat that her blood type is O-positive, one of more common types.
Your mama is so ugly that NBC canceled Blossom in 1995, citing lagging ratings.
Your mama has such bad gout that her doctor prescribed a xanthine oxidase inhibitor to help combat her painful symptoms.
Your mama is so stupid that she thinks that dogs are cats. This simply is not the case.
Your mama is so fat that she stepped on a scale and it read 265 lbs., which is a lot considering she’s 5’2″.
Your mama has such bad credit that she was denied a risky car loan at her local bank.
Your mama is so stupid that she ate the Snickers bar wrapper and not the Snickers bar itself. What the heck???
Your mama called while you were out at Trader Joe’s. Didn’t sound like anything was the matter, just wanted to say hi. I told her you’ll call back.