> Tom had
> been in business for 25 years.Finally sick of the
> stress, he quits his job and buys 50 acres of land inAlaska
> 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 Cliff, your neighbor from forty miles up
> the road.. Having a Christmas party Friday night.
> Thought you might like to come at about
> 5:00...'
>
>
> 'Great', says Tom, 'after six months out here
> I'm ready to meet some local folks Thank
> you.'
>
>
> As
> Cliff is leaving, he stops. 'Gotta warn
> you.
>
> Be some
> drinking'.'
>
> '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 fighting' 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..'