My mom died 9 years ago this week. You didn’t know her. Just like I didn’t know your mom. But I can be pretty sure she’d be embarrassed by her son’s behavior if she was aware of it.
You trash talk like we’re buddies in a locker room. You’re the one acting juvenile as if crude jokes are appropriate or funny. And then I’m the one who needs to give it a rest?
All mothers die, act accordingly.