Yo Momma!!!

Ok people, I'm on pace to break records. I just finished crying after I watched the end of that Eagles game. It was.....excuse me....I'm trying to hold back the tears. I had my first winter class today so I could only watch half of the Eagles game before I headed to work. Therefore, I decided to not watch any because I couldn't have the outcome lingering (little did I know it only took 2 quarters before the thing was a reynolds wrap). So I finished around 12:30, went home, put on my gamepass and hoped that the Bucs and the Bears did there best Homer and Bart impression (the choke). Indeed they did. And what transpired next must be what it feels like to win a Superbowl (or close to it). Not only did we make the playoffs but we spanked the Cowboys while doing it. Magnificent.

Ok, enough with that. So yesterday I had a funny encounter with my host mom. You see, sometimes she shapes up the back of my head and tonight while she was doing it she stepped back with a gangsta lean (like a straight pimp) and then, after about 10 seconds, said, "Careful, very careful". I started rolling. She was dead serious. You see, I asked her to round out my neck since my hair likes to grow V style. She's not accustomed to that. So after we laughed about her comment she said, "difficult". Now for that one, you had to be there. Afterwards, when all was said and done, she uttered, "You're lucky to know me". Pure comedy. I sure did get lucky with having her as my host mom. Indeed.

Speaking of moms, let's talk about "Yo Momma". Na, but today I started talking about violence in Philadelphia (to myself) and that made me think of the schoolyard days when we would tell jokes about moms. Then, I went on to tell them about "Yo Momma" jokes. However, disaster struck when I attempted to tell them jokes. It went from "yo momma so stupid to fat to ugly to black to skinny to old".... You get the idea. Well, lets say that I thought I was funny before this encounter but they definietly humbled me. Let's blame it on the language barrier. However, I do remembr them laughing at two jokes. Yo momma so black she has to wear white gloves when she eats chocolate and yo momma so tall that when she did a cartwheel sheck kicked God in the face. The daughter laughed at more of my jokes but the parents just stared at me like, "what is he talking about?" It was good times though. Ok peoples, I'm back to lesson planning and finding articles about the Eagles that I haven't already read. Holla at your gwolla.