"THE PARTY"

Sam had been in the computer business, for 25 years. He had finally grown sick and tired of all the stress. He quit his job and bought 50 acres of land, in Vermont...as far from humanity as possible. Sam saw the postman once a week and got groceries once a month. Otherwise...it was total peace and quiet. After six months or so of almost total isolation...he finished dinner and someone knocked on his door. He opened it and there stood a big, bearded Vermonter...a real backwoodsman.

"Names Enoch...Your neighbor from four miles, over the ridge...
having a party Saturday...thought you'd like to come."
"Great," said Sam, "after six months of this...I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you."

As Enoch was leaving, he stopped and said, "Gotta warn ya... there's gonna be some drinkin'."

"Not a problem...after 25 years in the computer business, I can drink with the best of 'em."

Again, as he started to leave, Enoch stopped, "More 'n' likely gonna be some fightin', too."

"Damn," thought Sam..."tough crowd." Sam said, "Well, I get along with most people. I'll be there. Thanks, again."

Once again, Enoch turned from the door. "I've seen some wild sex at these parties, too."

"Now, that's not a problem," said Sam. "Remember, I've been alone for six months! I'll definitely be there! By the way...what should I wear?"

Enoch stopped in the door again, turned and said, "Whatever you
want...just gonna be the two of us."

 

Heh. I heard it where the Vermonter was Scottish, and it was told to me by a moron that kept using an Irish accent when he was acting out the Scot.

 

I was accepting of the idea until I found out that my surgery was scheduled on the same day as my friend's birthday party.
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