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quit his job and bought 50 acres of land in N. Dakota 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!”
As Lars is leaving, he stops. “Gotta warn you … There’s gonna be some
drinkin’.”
“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.”