[SIZE=“4”][B]Tom had been in Police work for 25 years.
Finally sick of the stress, he retires and buys 50 acres of
land in Alaska as far away 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 Cliff, your neighbor from forty miles up the road.
Having a Spring 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 Cliff is leaving, he stops. “Gotta warn you,
gonna be some drinkin’.”
“Not a problem” says Tom. “After 25 years on the job,
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 gonna 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 you and me there…”
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