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SSwee
04-27-2007, 12:02 AM
I've met here and in some business dealings in the last few months, several nice people from Alaska. No offense meant. Someone sent this to me the other day and I thought I'd pass it to ya'll.
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Subject: Alaska





NOT A GOOD SIGN!!! Tom had been in the liquor 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 Lars, your neighbor from forty

miles up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday night... Thought you

might like to come. About 5:00." "Great", says Tom, "after six months

out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you." As Lars is

leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you...... be some drinkin'." "Not a

problem" says Tom. "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 fightin' 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 Tom, 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."

nevada
04-27-2007, 02:01 AM
Oh you bad bad boy! LOL

tomoshenko
04-27-2007, 05:52 AM
I've met here and in some business dealings in the last few months, several nice people from Alaska. No offense meant. Someone sent this to me the other day and I thought I'd pass it to ya'll.
SS


Subject: Alaska





NOT A GOOD SIGN!!! Tom had been in the liquor 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 Lars, your neighbor from forty

miles up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday night... Thought you

might like to come. About 5:00." "Great", says Tom, "after six months

out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you." As Lars is

leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you...... be some drinkin'." "Not a

problem" says Tom. "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 fightin' 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 Tom, 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."
I am offended and deeply scarred for life. Only a donation of one of your US made flashhiders to my favorite charity, me, will begin to make me whole again.
Hurt beyond words,
Al Sharpton

Alaskagrown
04-28-2007, 12:07 PM
must have been somewhere near Homer

nevada
04-28-2007, 06:20 PM
Simpson lives up there?

bullseye
04-28-2007, 10:00 PM
Nope, the old "greek" guy. :)