The Importance of Being Joe Momma
Joe Momma calls a fancy restaurant to make a reservation for two
Hostess: [Fancy Restaurant]–can I help you?
Joe Momma: Yes, I’d like to make a reservation for two tonight.
Hostess: Certainly, at what time, sir?
Joe Momma: 8:30 please.
Hostess: Certainly, sir, and your name?
Joe Momma: You certainly ask a lot of questions don’t you?
Hostess: Excuse me, sir?
Joe Momma: Nothing. Joe.
Hostess: And your last name, sir?
Joe Momma: Momma.
Hostess: Seriously, sir, if you’d like a reservation I’m going to need your name.
Joe Momma: What? It’s Joe Momma. Write it down.
Hostess: Very funny, Joe Momma. Like yo momma? Like my momma be calling for a dinner reservation?
Joe Momma: No, like Joseph Allen Momma, I don’t even know who you are never mind your momma!
Hostess: Your name is Joseph Momma?
Joe Momma: It is, and frankly, I’m not enjoying your cheeky attitude. I’d like a table for two tonight. Is this going to be a problem?
Hostess: I’m dreadfully sorry, sir.
Joe Momma: I hope this isn’t how you’ll be treating my guest and me tonight.
Hostess: May I ask your guest’s name, sir?
Joe Momma: Why?
Hostess: Curiosity, sir.
Joe Momma: Ivana.
Hostess: Ivana? Let me guess. Ivana Tinkle?
Joe Momma: No, Ivana Trump. May I speak with the manager? Let me speak to your manager. Wait, what’s your name?
Hostess: Kristy.
Joe Momma: Kristy, how would you like it if I mocked your…what’s your last name?
Hostess: Dingleberry.
Joe Momma: Don’t bullshit Joe Momma, you’re no Dingleberry. Let me talk to Joe Manager.
Hostess: Joe Manager?
Joe Momma: Your manager. You know what I meant.
Hostess: Certainly. Right away. [Background] Mr. Jass! Can someone tell Mr. Jass Joe Momma is on the phone and wants to talk to him.
Long story short, Joe Momma is a pretty important guy who gets what he wants. He ended up having a wonderful dining experience and later bedded his date, Ivana, whose last name certainly wasn’t Trump.
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