An upstanding wall street broker makes millions and tired of the rat race that is New York, decides to retire to isolation in Alaska. He buys a little log cabin 50 miles from anywhere then decides to sit back and enjoy his retirment.
After six months of seeing absolutely noone, theres a knock on the door one morning. A bit confused, he opens the door to a 60 year old, grizzled, mountain man.
"Mornin'" says the old man, "Havin' a bit of a party at my place over yonda on Saturday night and thought it'd be mighty neighbourly to invite yi'."
"That's great," says the broker "I haven't seen anybody for a while, a party would be nice."
"Find it best to warn ya, there'll be a fair bit of drinkin'." advises the old timer.
"I can hold my liquir not too bad." smiles the broker.
"Bound to be a bit o' fightin' too!" continues the neighbour.
"I'm fairly quiet, can't see myself getting in a lot of trouble." says the cocky broker.
"Goddamn CERTAIN there'll be some rough sex!" gloats the old man.
"Fantastic, I haven't known a womans touch for quite some time now." replies the broker. "What shall I wear?"
To which his friendly neighbor answers,
"Don't much matter, it's only you and I gonna be there!"![]()
Bookmarks