frying pan

[briggie]

A young man called Paul invited his mother for dinner. During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how handsome Pauls apartment room mate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this only made her more curious. Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Paul and his roommate than met the eye. Reading his mother's thoughts, Paul volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking Mum, but I assure you, Simon and I are just room mates". About a week later, Simon came to Paul saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the frying pan, you don't suppose she took it do you?" "Well, I doubt it, but I'll e-mail her just to be sure," said Paul. So, he sat down and wrote:- Dear Mother, I'm not saying that you "did" take the frying pan from my house and I'm not saying that you "did not" take the frying pan, but the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner. Love Paul. Several days later, Paul received an e-mail from his mother which read: Dear Son, I'm not saying that you "do" sleep with Simon, and I'm not saying that you "do not" sleep with Simon, but the fact remains that if he was sleeping in his own bed, he would have found the frying pan by now. Love, Mum.