Martin

Dick 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. 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 neighbour from forty
miles up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday night. Thought you
might like to come at about 5:00....'

'Great', says Rick, 'after
six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you.'


As Cliff is leaving, he stops. 'Gotta warn you. Be some
drinking'.'

'Not a problem' says Rick.. 'After 25
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 all right! I'll be there. Thanks
again.'

'More'n likely be some wild sex, too,'

'Now that's
really not a problem' says Rick, 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 the two of
us.'

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