ALASKAN PARTY

ALASKAN PARTY

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 six 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 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 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 le ave 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."