Jim invited his mother for dinner, during the course of the meal; his mother couldn't help but notice how lovely Jim's room mate, Angie, 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 Jim and his room mate than met the eye.
Reading his mum's thoughts, Jim volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Angie & I are just room mates".
About a week later, Angie came to Jim saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I have 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 Jim.
So he sat down and wrote an email.
DEAR MOTHER, I AM 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. LOVE JIM
Several days later, Jim received an email from his mother which read:
DEAR SON, I AM NOT SAYING THAT YOU "DO" SLEEP WITH ANGIE, AND I AM NOT SAYING THAT YOU "DO NOT" SLEEP WITH ANGIE, BUT THE FACT REMAINS THAT IF SHE WAS SLEEPING IN HER OWN BED, SHE WOULD HAVE FOUND THE FRYING PAN BY NOW. LOVE MOM