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The very perspicacious Dragnet sent this one on the subject of
Jewish mothers...

A Jewish Mamaleh

Mrs. Goldberg comes to visit her son Shlomo for dinner. He lives
with a female roommate, who's name is Rivka. During the meal,
his mother couldn't help but notice how very pretty Shlomo's
roommate is.

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

Reading his mom's thoughts, Shlomo said, "I know what you must
be thinking, Mom, but I assure you that Rivka and I are just friends
and roommates.''

A week later, Rivka comes to Shlomo 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 his Mom an email:

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

The next day, Shlomo received an email back from his Mama which read:

Dear Son,
I'm not saying that you "do" sleep with Rivka, and I'm not
saying that you "do not" sleep with her. But the fact remains
that if she were sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have
found the sugar bowl by now.
Your Loving Mama[/big]

Moral: Never bullshlt your Mamaleh!
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