Post by Paul Hogan on Apr 3, 2005 1:19:14 GMT -5
Jeff invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother couldn't help noticing how pretty Jeff's girl friend was. She had long been suspicious of Jeff's relationship with this girl 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 Jeff and Jane than met the eye.
Reading his mom's thought's Jeff volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Jane and I are just friends."
About a week later, Jane came to Jeff and said, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose she took it, do you?"
Well, I doubt it," Jeff replied, "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 a silver gravy ladle from my house and I'm not saying you did not take a silver gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner."
Several days later, Jeff received a letter from his mother, which read:
"Dear Son, I'm not saying that you do sleep with Jane and I'm not saying that you do not sleep with Jane. But the fact remains that if she were sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the silver gravy ladle by now.
Love, Mom"
Reading his mom's thought's Jeff volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Jane and I are just friends."
About a week later, Jane came to Jeff and said, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose she took it, do you?"
Well, I doubt it," Jeff replied, "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 a silver gravy ladle from my house and I'm not saying you did not take a silver gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner."
Several days later, Jeff received a letter from his mother, which read:
"Dear Son, I'm not saying that you do sleep with Jane and I'm not saying that you do not sleep with Jane. But the fact remains that if she were sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the silver gravy ladle by now.
Love, Mom"