>Tom had been in 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 6 months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door.
>He opens it and sees a huge, bearded man standing there.
>
>"name's Lars, your neighbour from forty miles up the road...having a party
>Friday night...thought you might like to come. about 5:00..."
>"great," says Tom, " after 6 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 some drinkin."
>"not a problem," says Tom. "after 25 years in 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 alright. 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."
>
>"whatever you want. just gonna be the two of us."
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