Jeff had been in business 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 Stan, 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 Jeff, “after six months out here I’m ready to meet some local folks. Thank you.”

As Stan is leaving, he stops. “Gotta warn you. Gonna be some drinking!”

“Not a problem,” says Jeff. “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 and, if not, I can handle myself pretty well.

I’ll be there. Thanks again.”

“More’n likely be some wild sex, too,”

“Now that’s really not a problem,” says Jeff, 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.”