A riddle!

Why is your mom's bedroom called, "The Cowpoke"?

I told your mom she was a scat enthusiast, and she ate that shit right up.

Two Variants on a Theme

1. "I whipped your mom with my Citizen Kane." 2. "I clubbed your mom repeatedly with my PEN15 Club."

Literary Reminiscences

"I first encountered my canine side when I dug a hole in your mom and put my bone in it." --Dylan Thomas, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog (1940)

Your mom's accidental death was mourned by murderers everywhere.

Your mom's eyes were all dewy -- mildewy, that is.

Through my rapacity, I filled your mother to capacity.

Q: What's the difference between your mom and an animatronic sex doll?
A: One of them has the spark of life, and the other is lying in a shallow ditch, murdered.

All work and no play makes your mom into a shattered shell of a woman. Or maybe it was the daily beatings.

When your mom hasn't sucked cock for a while, she gets the protein shakes.

Your mom insisted on calling me Proteinaceous D.

Your mom and I borrowed a technique from the love that dare not speak its name.
I slapped your mom across the face with the glove that dare not speak its name.
I boiled your moms remains on the stove that dare not speak its name.
I cremated your mom in the oven that dare not speak its name.
I trampled your mom with the hoof that dare not speak its name.

A note on syntax

I love the English language, but sometimes I wish it was a little more precise. It can be quite tricky to disambiguate possible intended senses at times, and especially tricky to do so while trying to craft a sentence with minimal clunk. Consider the phrase,

Your mom has a manbeergut.

There are at least two possible divergent readings here, viz.:

1. Your mom has a man(beergut);
2. Your mom has a (manbeer)gut.

How to tell whether the intended message was 1. (i.e., your mom has a beergut, like a man might) or 2. (i.e., your mom has a protruding gut, borne of overindulging in guzzling manbeer)?

Ans.: 2.

I gave your mom throat cancer.

I won't say what exactly I did to your mom, but I'll say she had that cock-eyed look about her.

Your mom, though well-laid, went oft agley.　(That's part of the reason I eventually euthanized the ungrateful bitch.)

I featured in your mom's hardcore final fantasy.

My skies opened and your mom drank her fill.

Your mom bought my soma online.

Army regulars nickname the special forces (and your mom) "snake eaters."