Tom had been in the liquor business for 25 years.
Finally, sick of the stress, he quits his job and
buys 50 acres of land in Alaska as far from humanity as possible
He 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 a huge, bearded man is 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 is leaving, he stops. "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 starts to leave and stops.
"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
"Don't much matter. Just gonna be the two of us."
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