Friday, July 13, 2012

An Italian MaMa


Mrs. Ravioli comes to visit her son Anthony for dinner.
He lives with a female roommate, Maria.

During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how

pretty Anthony's roommate is.

Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she
started to wonder if there was more between Anthony and his roommate than
met the eye.

Reading his mom's thoughts, Anthony volunteered, "I know what you must be
thinking, but I assure you, Maria and I are just roommates.''

About a week later, Maria came to Anthony saying, "Ever since your mother
came to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver sugar bowl.
You don't suppose she took it, do you?"

"Well, I doubt it, but I'll email her, just to be sure."
So he sat down and wrote an email:

Dear MaMa,
I'm not saying that you "did" take the sugar bowl from my house ; I'm not
saying that you "did not" take it.
But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for
dinner.
Your Loving Son
Anthony

Several days later, Anthony received a response email from his MaMa which
read:


Dear son,
I'm not saying that you "do" sleep with Maria, and I'm not saying that you
"do not" sleep with her.
But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her OWN bed, she would
have found the sugar bowl by now.
Your Loving MaMa

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Moral:
Never Bulla Shita you MaMa

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