Sam had been in business for 25 years and is finallysick of the stress. He quits his job and buys 50 acresof 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 monthsor so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on hisdoor. He opens it and there is a huge, bearded man tanding 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 Sam, "after six months out here I'm ready tomeet some local folks. Thank you."As Lars is leaving, he stops.
"Gotta warn you... There'sgonna 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 besome wild sex, too."
"Now that's really not a problem," says Sam, warming tothe 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."
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