Your mom.
Wait, that doesn’t make any sense.
Wait, it not masking any sense has never deterred anyone from making a your mom joke, so it’s fine after all.
Wait, that’s actually a pretty grim appraisal of the state of what is considered to be humorous.
In that case, I’ll go with my sweatpants instead, if I may.
Turns out that just like Trump isn’t really America’s Hitler after all but instead the best of the best, his wife wasn’t really all that great anyway, he never really liked her that much. Good thing she’s gonna get deported to the Camps, it’s about time, really. Then he’ll ride into the sunset with his couch.