So, check it - again, the sun's dipping low, and we're all just chilling in the backyard, soaking in those good vibes. Out of the blue, I decide to hit my crew with a second round of "Joe Mama" jokes. Classic stuff like, "Guess who I bumped into at the store? Joe Mama!" and we're all cracking up. Then, my buddy throws a curveball with, "Who's got the sickest sense of humor? Joe Mama!" Now, here's where it gets wild - someone decided to drop a dark "Joe Mama" joke, like, "Who's the mastermind behind all those missing socks? Joe Mama, in the laundry room of doom." The laughter kinda froze for a second, and we all exchanged that look of 'did they really just go there?' It was this weird mix of uncomfortable and hilarious, and the night kept rolling with that unpredictable energy. So, yeah, "Joe Mama" went to some unexpected places that night. Maybe we should stop doing “Joe mama” jokes and move onto “Skibibi toilet rizz - Shat myself in a maths exam edtion” jokes.