1911 in Alaska

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1911 had been in Police work 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 Cliff, your neighbor from forty miles up the road. Having a party Friday night. Thought you might like to come at about 5:00...'

'Great', says 1911, 'after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks
Thank you.'

As Cliff is leaving, he stops. 'Gotta warn you. Be some drinking'.'

'Not a problem' says 1911. 'After 25 years in the Law Enforcement, 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 1911, 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.'



Tom
A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.
 
Sounded like a retirement plan until I read it. :)

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I read it as "bearded clam" not "bearded MAN". It sounds a whole lot better that way!! And.....the name wasn't Cliff...it was Cli.....

Steve
 

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