A Retirement........of Sorts......

[Mr T.]

Tom had been in business for 25 years and is finally
sick of the stress, the W*nkers and the norz.

He quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Alaska, as far from humanity as possible; 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:

"Hi 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 pm...?"

"Great", says Sam, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you."

As Lars is leaving, he stops, turns back and says: "Gotta warn
you though...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 sex, too."

"Now that's really not a problem", says Sam, growing ever warmer to the idea of his new neighbour's party.

"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..............."