Friday, September 23, 2011
Something Tells Me We're Not In Kansas Anymore...
Tom had been in police work for 25 years.
Finally sick of the stress, he quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Alaska as far from humanity as possible. He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. Most days 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 Party Friday night. Thought you might like to come at about 5:00."
"Great," Tom says. "After 6 months out here, I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you."
As Cliff is leaving, he stops and says, "Gotta warn you. Be some drinking."
"Not a problem," says Tom. "After twenty five years in the business, I can drink with the best of 'em."
Again, the big man starts to leave and stops, "More 'n likely gonna be some fighting too."
"Well, I get along with people. I'll be alright," Tom replies. "I'll be there. Thanks again."
"More 'n likely be some wild sex, too."
"Now that's not really a problem." says Tom, warming to the idea. "I've been all alone for 6 months! I'll definitely be there. By the way, what should I wear?"
"Don't much matter. Just gonna be the two of us."