Peter was at the dining room table and I heard him mumbling "man, this is some weird lookin' mail." Then my mom walked in and said "Peter, what the hell are you doing?!"
(If you haven't noticed, we ask Peter this question at least once a day.)
He was opening Bryan's outgoing netflix d.v.d.s. that he got out of the mailbox.
He got mad and yelled "how the hell was I supposed to know?!"
It was too funny, I had to leave the room.
When I came back in Bryan's netflix d.v.d.s were sitting on the table, all sealed up with scotch tape.
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