Joke - Alaskan Solitude

Woody was ending his 25th year in the liquor business. Finally sick of the stress he quit his job and bought 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 solitude, peace and quiet.

After six months of total isolation, there is a knock on his door. When he opens it there is a huge, bearded man standing there with his hand out for shaking.

"Name's Lars. I'm your neighbor from forty miles up the road. I'm having a party Friday night and thought you might like to come."

"Great", says Woody, "I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you."

"About 5:00, then," and as he leaves he stops and says: "Gotta warn you, there's gonna be some drinkin'."

"Not a problem" says Woody. "I worked 25 years in the liquor business, I can drink with the best of 'em."

Lars starts to leave and stops again. "More than likely gonna be some fightin' too."

"Well, I get along with people, I'll be all right. I'll be there. Thanks again."

"More than likely be some wild sex, too."

"Great! That's really not a problem" Woody says enthusiastically! "I've been all alone for six months! What should I wear?"

"Whatever you want. Just gonna be the two of us."

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Thanks to Chris for sending this along!

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by Allen Ginsberg

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