It’s a stab at fat… I can’t help but feel targeted but I’ll have to wait until the stabbing pain in my chest subsides. The shooting pain down my left arm is lessening already! I’m fine, everything’s fine… just let me catch my breath for a moment.
Old “your momma” joke… Your momma so fat when she sits around the house, she sits “around” the house!
Meaning that she’s as big as the whole house or even bigger than the house.
Which someone that fat is morbidly obese.
So the joke is a twist on the joke, with a jab at the fat person, in the form of faux concern over their health.
Sort of in the same vein as “bless your heart” or “he/she has a great personality”.
I don’t get it?
You’re so dumb your IQ is below average.
See, if you keep fumbling the 2nd part of your jokes, I’ll have to keep asking around to have them explained.
You’re so unable to understand the concept of the anti-joke that, uh, you’re unable to understand the concept of the anti-joke.
An Anti-Joke still has to be funny.
It’s a stab at fat… I can’t help but feel targeted but I’ll have to wait until the stabbing pain in my chest subsides. The shooting pain down my left arm is lessening already! I’m fine, everything’s fine… just let me catch my breath for a moment.
Still don’t get the joke
Old “your momma” joke… Your momma so fat when she sits around the house, she sits “around” the house! Meaning that she’s as big as the whole house or even bigger than the house.
Which someone that fat is morbidly obese.
So the joke is a twist on the joke, with a jab at the fat person, in the form of faux concern over their health.
Sort of in the same vein as “bless your heart” or “he/she has a great personality”.
Thanks now I get it and can rest assured it wasn’t funny.