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Sunday, December 21, 2003

 
It is the time of year that Christmas Parties are everywhere!


Tom had been in business for 25 years and was finally sick of
the stress.

He quit his job and bought 50 acres of land in Alaska as far
from humanity as possible. He saw the postman once a week and
got groceries once a month. Otherwise, it was total peace and
quiet.

After six months or so of total isolation, someone knocked on
his door. He opened it and there was a huge, bearded man
standing 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 Tom, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet
some local folks. Thank you!"

Lars is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you... There's gonna be
some drinkin'."

"Not a problem," says Tom. "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."

Tom 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 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?"

Lars stops in the door again and says, "Whatever you want.
Just gonna be the two of us."





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