Tom had been in police work 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 a huge, bearded man is standing there.
'Name's Fred, 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 Fred 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.
Originally Posted by ShinySideUp
