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.
Other- wise 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 neighbour from forty miles up the road.
having a Christmas
party Friday night...Thought you might want 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 I wear?"
"Don't really matter....Just gonna be the two of us".
--
Rolex
"May Dragons Fly Ever in your Dreams"
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