Tom had been in business for 25 years and is finally sick
of the stress. He quits his job and buys 50 acres of
land in Alaska as far from humanity as possible. Sees
the postman once a week and gets groceries once a
month, otherwise it's total peace and quiet. After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door. He opens it and there is a huge, bearded man
standing there. "Name's Lars, your neighbor from forty miles up the road... Having a Christmas party Friday night...
Thought you might like to come...
About 5:00..."
"Great," says Sam, "after six months out here I'm ready
to meet some local
folks. Thank you."
As Lars is leaving, he stops, "Gotta warn you...There's
gonna be somedrinkin'."
"Not a problem," says Tom. "after 25 years in business,
I can drink with
the best of em."
Again, as he starts to leave, Lars stops, "More 'n'
likely gonna be some
fightin' too."
Sam says, "Well, I get along with people, I'll be
alright. I'll be there.
Thanks again."
Once again Lars turns from the door. "More'n likely be
some wild sex, too."
"Now that's really not a problem," says Tom, warming to
the idea. "I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there. By the way,
what should I wear?"
Lars stops in the door again and says, "Whatever you
want. Just gonna be the two of us."
of the stress. He quits his job and buys 50 acres of
land in Alaska as far from humanity as possible. Sees
the postman once a week and gets groceries once a
month, otherwise it's total peace and quiet. After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door. He opens it and there is a huge, bearded man
standing there. "Name's Lars, your neighbor from forty miles up the road... Having a Christmas party Friday night...
Thought you might like to come...
About 5:00..."
"Great," says Sam, "after six months out here I'm ready
to meet some local
folks. Thank you."
As Lars is leaving, he stops, "Gotta warn you...There's
gonna be somedrinkin'."
"Not a problem," says Tom. "after 25 years in business,
I can drink with
the best of em."
Again, as he starts to leave, Lars stops, "More 'n'
likely gonna be some
fightin' too."
Sam says, "Well, I get along with people, I'll be
alright. I'll be there.
Thanks again."
Once again Lars turns from the door. "More'n likely be
some wild sex, too."
"Now that's really not a problem," says Tom, warming to
the idea. "I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there. By the way,
what should I wear?"
Lars stops in the door again and says, "Whatever you
want. Just gonna be the two of us."
