Far Away From Civilization
Jones has been in business for thirty years and he finally sick of the stress. He quits his job and buys forty hectares in Alaska as far from civilization as possible. He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. Otherwise it’s total peace and quiet. After half year or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door. He opens it and there’s a giant, bearded man standing there.
“Hi! My name is Berg …I am your neighbor from forty miles away….Having a birthday party on Saturday … Thought you might like to come. About six o’clock…
“Cool!,” says Jones, “after six months out here I’m ready to meet some local folks. Thank you.”
As Berg is leaving, he stops. ” I must warn you…There’s gonna be some drinking.”
“Not a problem… after thirty years in business, I can drink with the best of em.”
Again, as he starts to leave, Berg stops. “More’n’likely gonna be some fighting too.”
Jones says, “Well, I get along with people. I’ll be there. Thanks again.”
Once again Berg turns from the door. “I’ve seen some wild sex at these parties, too.”
Jone smiles and says; “Now that’s really not a problem. I’ve been all alone for six months! I’ll absolutely be there. By the way, what should I bring?”
Berg stops in the door again and says, “Whatever you want, just gonna be the two of us”.