One mornig after a snow, Paul heard a pounding on his door. He opened it to see his neighbor john holding Paul's teenage son by the collar. "Paul" he hollered "your son pissed I love you in the snow by my daughters window."
Paul was a little taken back but explained he didn't see what the fuss was about. John looked him in the eye and said at first he would have agreed but there was one problem. "Whats that?" asked Paul.
"It was in my daughter's handwritting."