[pct-l] Xmas Party Alaska

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> 
> Tom had lived in Los Angeles and got sick and tired of all the people. He 
> quit his job and bought 50 acres of land in Alaska as far from humanity as 
> possible. 
> 
> After 6 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 6 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.'" 
> 
> "Not a problem," says Tom. "After 25 years in business, 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 all right. 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 6 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!" 
>