Retiring In 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 a huge, bearded man is standing there. "Name's
>>>Hans, 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 Tom, "After six months out here I'm ready to meet
>>>some local folks. Thank you."
>>>
>>> As Hans is leaving, he stops "Gotta warn you......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! By the way, what should I wear?"
>>>
>>> "Don't matter much ..... Just gonna be the two of us."



