Frying Pan

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THE FRYING PAN
>
>A young man called Peter invited his mother for dinner, during
the
>course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how
handsome
>Peter's flatmate, Simon, 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
flatmate
than
>met the eye.
>Reading his mum's thoughts, Peter volunteered, "I know what you
must be

>thinking, but I assure you, Simon & I are just flatmates".
>About a week later, Simon 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 e-mail
her just

>to be sure" said Peter. So he sat down and wrote:
>
>
>
>
>DEAR MOTHER,
>I'M 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 PETER
>
>
>
>
>Several days later, Peter received an email from his mother
which read:
>
>DEAR SON,
>I'M NOT SAYING THAT YOU "DO" SLEEP WITH SIMON, AND I'M NOT
SAYING THAT
>YOU "DO NOT" SLEEP WITH SIMON, BUT THE FACT REMAINS THAT IF HE
WAS
>SLEEPING IN HIS OWN BED, HE WOULD HAVE FOUND THE FRYING PAN BY
NOW.
>LOVE
>MUM
>NEVER LIE TO YOUR MOTHER
>

It wasn't me!

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game4it70

bravo

darkskol

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