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Jack had been in Police work for 25 years. Finally sick
of the stress, he quits his job and buys 50 acres of
land in Wyoming 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 neighbor from forty miles up the
road. Having a Christmas party Friday night. Thought
you might like to come at about 5:00...'
'Great', says Jack, '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 Jack. '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 Jack, warming up
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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