Peter invited his mother for dinner, during the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how lovely Peter's flat mate, Joanne, 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 Peter and his flat mate than met the eye.
Reading his mum's thoughts, Peter volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Joanne and I are just flat mates".
About a week later, Joanne came to Peter 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'll email her just to be sure" said Peter.
So he sat down and wrote:
Dear mother,
I'm not saying you did take a frying pan from my house, but the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Love Peter.
Peter soon received an email from his mother which read:
Dear son,
I'm not saying that you do sleep with Joanne, but the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the frying pan by now.
Love mum.
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