Kiwi Land
Brian had been in the hotel business in Sydney for 25 years.
Finally sick of the stress, he quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in the hills in New Zealand 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 neighbour from forty miles up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday night. Thought you might like to come at about 5:00...
'Great', says Tom, '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 Tom. '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 Tom, 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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