Tom had been in the liquor business for 25 years. Finally, sick of
the stress, he quit his job and bought 50 acres of land in Alaska as far
from humanity as possible. He saw the postman once a week and got
groceries once a month. Otherwise, it was total peace and quiet.
After about six months of almost total isolation, someone knocked on
his door. He opened it and a huge, bearded man was 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 Tom, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some
local folks. Thank you."
As Lars left, he stopped. "Gotta warn you......be some drinkin'."
"Not a problem" says Tom. "After 25 years in the business, I can drink with
the best of 'em."
Again, the big man started to leave and stopped. "More'n likely gonna
be some fightin', too."
"Well, I get along with people; I'll be all right. I'll be there.
Thanks again."
"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?"
Don't much matter ..... Just gonna be the two of us."
