One evening at my brother's house in Holland Peter sat at the dining room table writing a very long and intimate email to my mom. We watch him as he writes it because he keeps grinning at himself, probably thinking my mom was going to be impressed by how cool and suave he is.
All of the sudden Peter pushes himself away from the table, throws his hands in the air, and yells "NO! WHAT THE HELL? HOW THE F*CK DID THAT HAPPEN?!"
Peter sent his love letter to our family dog groomer.
Laughing hysterically we asked him how he could possibly send his love letter to the wrong person and he responded as if we had wrongly accused him.
"OH! I DID IT? I DID IT?"
Yes, Peter, you sent a love letter to the family dog groomer.
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