Oh, I think I see what's happening here. You thought I was joking about my mom earlier, right? No, seriously, she's bonkers, cuckoo, shrunken frontal lobe lobotomized nut satchel insane. Whackadoo, loony, 3 fries short of a happy meal.
Your jokes about my mom have really been jokes about you getting freakydeeky with someone who is basically legally retarded and in need of a padded room.
80/20 at best.
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