John invited his Mother over for dinner. During
the meal she couldn't help notice how beautiful John's roommate
was. she had long been suspicious of the relationship between
John and his roommate Julie, 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
John and the roommate than meets the eye. Reading his Mom's
thoughts, John volunteered. "I know what your thinking, but
I assure you, Julie and I are just roommates."
About a week later, Julie came to John and said,
"Ever since your Mother came to dinner, I've been unable to
find the beautiful silver ladle. you don't suppose your Mother
took it do you?" John said, "Well I doubt it, but I'll
write her a letter just to be sure." So he sat down and
wrote:
Dear Mother;
I'm not saying you 'did' take the gravy ladle
from my house, and I am not saying you 'did not' take the gravy
ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since
you were here for dinner.
Love
John
Several days later, John received a letter from
his Mother which read:
Dear Son;
I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Julie,
and I'm not saying you 'do not' sleep with Julie. But the fact
remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have
found the gravy ladle by now.
