Over the course of a boy's middle school free time, he will inevitably hear or participate in the male contest of "yo mama" jokes. In case you're unfamiliar, "yo mama" jokes are generally framed as "Yo mama is so (adjective, usually 'fat') she (some sort of thing that she does that describes the previous adjective)". This usually went around for awhile, with no one really getting that offended, until you had the wise guy in the group decide he was going to shut down the party. He waited patiently for someone to make fun of his mother, or he initiated the attack by making fun of their's first, and when their quip was finished he responded with these silencing words:
Ours is a country of laws. Every problem, every grieving mother, every offended 20-something year old results in some statute or another. Every public shooting, every racial incident, and every sex offense seems to spawn an extra measure of legal ink. And why is this? Because it feels good.