Alaskan Christmas party.

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Tom had been in business for 25 years and was finally sick of the
stress. He quit his job and bought 50 acres of land 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 or so 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 5:00."
"Great," says Tom, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some
local folks. Thank you!"
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, as he starts to leave, Lars stops. "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 from the door. "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."