|The dangers of an idyllic life in the wilderness|
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 almost total isolation, someone knocked on his door. He opened it and there stood a huge, bearded man.
"Name's Lars, your neighbour from forty miles up the road... Having
a Christmas party Friday night... Thought you might like to come...
About five o'clock..."
As Lars was leaving, he stopped and said, "Gotta warn ya...There's
gonna be some serious drinkin'."
Again, as he started to leave, Lars stopped and said, "More'n'
likely gonna be some bad fightin' too!"
Lars stopped in the door again and said:
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