Reminds me of a story - no idea where I read it, it might be apocryphal, it might have been set out as truth.
A mother visits her gay son, who has not come out to her yet. He lives with his lover in a two bedroom flat, one single and one double room. He tells her that he will be sleeping on the sofa for the duration of her visit, giving up the single bed in his bedroom.
After she leaves, his flatmate notices a set of very valuable silver spoons are missing. They check and check, but they are definitely gone. The only person through the door recently (apart from them) is the mother.
Horribly embarrassed, the son calls and says, "Mum I'm so sorry to ask, but did you by chance take our silver spoons?"
"No." Says Mum. "They're right where I left them, under your duvet. Anything you'd like to tell me son?"
Last edited by Sundae; 12-20-2009 at 12:53 PM.
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