Mom : typing ... *gets married* *have kids* *gets old* *dies* *goes to hell* Mom: Fish, honey!
His mother told him to hit the hay.
Elderly me: I made my kids steak instead of hot dogs. Him: *gasps* You monster.
You tell your mom you're Sikh.
The last time I dumped a load into the washing machine, she didn't follow me around for a week!
A: Bad memory.
Dentist: I can't afford to. She's my best patient.
Sorry you're not my type.
A dookie
They have in-door fins
in. Man, I did that coming.
Barbiecue.
Run like hell, she's got a grenade in her mouth
If you don't know the answer please never invite me to dinner.
Kids: WE DO! YAY!
They cell it.
Hives.