Alaska

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. 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 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?"

"Whatever you want. Just gonna be the two of us."