In honor of this obviously socialist-inspired celebration of “Labor” and “Workers” and all those foreign ideas, let’s do something truly American. Let’s play the dozens.
Ready? My turn.
Yo mama’s so fat, she could sell shade.
Yo mama’s so fat, she went to the movies and sat next to everyone.
Yo mama’s so fat, when she turns around, people throw her a welcome back party.
Yo mama’s so fat, she got smaller fat women orbiting around her.
(Ow, I just killed you, sucka. You didn’t even get in one retort. Pow!)