After 25 years in the liquor business, Tom quits, buys 50 acres in remote Alaska, and lives in total peace - no visitors for six months. One day, there’s a knock. A huge bearded man says, “Name’s Lars, your neighbor from 40 miles up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday at 5. You should come.” “Sounds great,” says Tom. Lars starts to leave, then adds, “Gonna be some drinkin’.” “No problem - I can handle that.” “Probably some fightin’, too.” “I get along with folks - I’ll be fine.” “Maybe some wild sex, too.” “Even better!” Tom grins. “What should I wear?” Lars shrugs. “Don’t matter… just gonna be the two of us.”
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