| robduncan2000@hotmail.com 2005-12-21, 5:59 pm |
| > 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
>Alaskaas
> 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 leaves, 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 I wear?"
>
>
> "Don't much matter . Just gonna be the two of us
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