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DVS had been in business for 25 years and is finally sick of the stress.
He quits his job and buys 50 acres 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 there is a big, bearded man standing there.
"Name's RAGS....Your neighbor from 40 miles away....Having a party
Friday....Thought you might like to come. About 5..."
"Great" says DVS, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local
folks. Thank you."
As RAGS is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you...There's gonna be some
drinkin."
"Not a problem....after 25 years in business, I can drink with the best of
em."
Again, as he starts to leave, RAGS stops. "More'n likely gonna be some
fightin' too."
DVS says, "Well, I get along with people. I'll be there. Thanks again."
Once again RAGS turns from the door. "I've seen some wild sex at these
parties, too."
"Now that's really not a problem" says DVS. "I've been all alone for six
months! I'll definitely be there. By the way, what should I bring?"
RAGS stops in the door again and says, "Whatever you want, just gonna be the
two of us."
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