> Sam had been in business for 25 years and is finally sick of the stress.
> > He quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Alaska as far from
> humanity
> as
> > possible. Sam 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 there is a
> huge,
> > bearded man standing there.
> > "Name's Lars, your neighbour from forty miles up the road... Having a
> Christmas
> > party Friday night... Thought you might like to come. About 5:00..."
> > "Great," says Sam, "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 Sam. "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."
> > Sam 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 s*x,
> too."
> > "Now that's really not a problem," says Sam, 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."