John invited
his mother over for Thanksgiving dinner. During the meal, his
mother couldn't help noticing how beautiful John's roommate Julie
was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between John
and his roommate 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
met the eye.
Reading his mom's thoughts, John volunteered, "I know
what you must be 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 gravy ladle. You don't suppose she 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 a gravy ladle from my house and I'm not saying
you 'did not' take a gravy ladle. But the fact remains that
one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner."
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 that 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. Love, Mom"
Lesson of the day... Don't Lie To Your Mother!
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