>A young man called jon invited his mother for dinner, during the
>course of the meal, his mother couldnt help but notice how handsome
>jon's flatmate 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 jon and his flatmate than
>met the eye. Reading his mums thoughts, jon volunteered, "I know what
>you must be thinking, but i assure you, Simon & I are just flatmates".
>About a week later, Simon came to jon 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 will email her
>just to be sure" said jon. So he sat down and wrote:
>I'M NOT SAYING THAT YOU "DID" TAKE THE FRYING PAN FROM MY HOUSE, 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.
>Several days later, jon received an email from his mother which
>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.
>Lesson of the day, NEVER LIE TO YOUR MOTHER (SHE ALWAYS, ALWAYS FINDS