[b][font=Arial][size=3]John had been in business for 25 years and is finally sick of the stress. He quit his job and bought 50 acres of land in Alaska as far from humanity as possible. John saw the postman once a week and got groceries once a month. Otherwise it's total peace and quiet. After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocked on his door. He opened it and there is a huge, bearded man standing 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..." "Great," said John, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you." As Lars was leaving, he stoped. "Gotta warn you... There's gonna be some drinkin' " "Not a problem," says John. "After 25 years in business, I can drink with the best of em." Again, as he starts to leave, Lars stoped. "More 'n' likely gonna be some fightin' too." John 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," said John, 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 stoped in the door again and says, "Whatever you want. Just gonna be the two of us."[/size][/font][size=2][color=#000000][/color][/size][/b]
