John invites his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother can’t help but notice how handsome his son’s roommate is. Then, over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she starts to wonder if there is more between John and the roommate than meets the eye.
Reading his mom’s thoughts, John pulls his mother aside and says, “I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Mark and I are just roommates.”
About a week later, Mark says to John, “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?”
John says, “Well, I doubt it, but I’ll write her an email, just to be sure.” So he sits down at his computer and writes: “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, one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner. Love, John
Later that day, John receives an email from his mother that reads: “Dear Son, I’m not saying that you do sleep with Mark, and I’m not saying that you do not sleep with Mark. But the fact remains that if he was sleeping in his own bed, he would have found the gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom.”