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Tom had been in business for 25 years and was sick of all the stress….
>So, he quit his job and bought 50 acres 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 six months of total isolation, someone knocked on his door. He opened
it
>and there was 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 o’clock.”
>"Great," says Tom, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local
>folks. Thank you!"
>Lars is leaving, but he stops; turns back and says, "Gotta warn you..
There's
>gonna be some drinkin'."
>"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 and says, “More 'n likely gonna be
>some fightin' too."
>Tom says, "Well, I get along with people…I'll be alright. I'll be there.
Thanks
>again."
>Once again Lars turns to leave, then stops and says, "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!”
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