A woman goes to visit her son in his new flat, and notices that he seems very close to the guy he's sharing the place with. Before she leaves she says:
"Son, I can't help but notice you and your flatmate seem very... well, friendly. Is there anything you want to tell me?"
"Mum!" he replies "Forget it! We're just flatmates, that's all!"
And so she goes home. Two weeks later, she gets an e-mail:
Mum, we can't seem to find the frying pan anywhere this last fortnight. Now, I'm not saying you took it, and I'm not saying you didn't, but do you know where it is?
Her response reads:
I'm not saying you're sleeping with your flatmate, I'm not saying you aren't, but if you'd been sleeping in your own bed for the last fortnight you'd have soon found the frying pan.
