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(jo mäma)
n.
Variant of yo mama
1.)who i took home last night; my bitch.
2.)an insult that can be used at inappropriate times:
sito- Hey dre, what character did u pick?
dre- jo mama!
3.a person who engages in sexual activity with the opposite sex often:
I was with jo mama last night!
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Jo momma is a phase to insult your friends mum
Cool kid: hey whats ur mums name
Not cool kid:jo
Cool kid : JO MOMMAA
Jo Momma; an incel's figurative mother; a fake name assigned by a troll to the mother of their male victim's (online) persona, (i.e., LARPers; an incel; a simp; a fellow troll; etc.) used for the soul purpose of trolling, bullying and potentially triggering their target.
'Jo Momma' is usually a name-holder (or name replacement value) used for the, often figurative, paternal female of one's online male nemesis - usually an incel; OR: one who has not revealed enough about himself to get doxxed and expose his, or any of his family's, personal information; and is therefor the subject of attack by online trolls and bullies with preliminary, nuanced trolling and bullying.
Jo Momma has amazingly come out of an extended 10 year coma today, after May-Hu-Gee Wang rear-ended and smashed her Mini to smithereens with his semi monster-hybrid . It's believed that Jo Momma was still inexperienced handling stick at the time, and instead pulling off, had further backed up into May-Hu-Gee Wang's heavy oncoming load. Equipped for deep-drill fracking, the weight and ton of May Wang's disproportionately massive sized rig, ferociously rammed head first into the compact back-boot of Jo Momma's comparatively tiny dinky. May Wang's colossal LXXX-footer plowed into Jo Momma with such intense velocity, that the entire length of her soft interior velour velvet covering, had been reduced to nothing more than a fist-sized pinkish clump of crumpled rag, stuffed into furious flurry all the way up her, likewise emaciated, glovebox compartment. Taking the full-force of May Wang's humongous haul had all but flattened her lovely lady ride into a generous portion of stacked pancakes , smeared with more than a generous, extra-large dolloping of brown syrup. One could say it was a mouthwatering brunch, but only for the jaws of life, who hungrily dug into what was once Jo Momma's comfortable warm Cooper, but had become her trap... banged-up & mangled beyond recognition... yet still glistening with lustrous galore from the wet downpour that had come down in and the , that fateful day Hershey's highway, route 69.