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Mick had been in Police work for 35 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 Cliff, your neighbor from forty miles up the road. Having an early Christmas party
Friday night. Thought you might like to come at about 5:00 PM."
"Great," says Mick, "After six months out here I’m ready to meet some local folks. I'll look
foward to it."
As Cliff is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you. Be some drinkin' there."
"Not a problem," says Mick. "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 Mick, 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."
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