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Sick of the city, Sam quits his job and moves to Minnesota, as far from humanity as possible. He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. After six months of isolation, there's a knock on the door. A huge bearded man is standing on his porch. "Name's Lars," the man says, "from down the road. Having a party Saturday. Wanna come down?" "Definitely," says Sam. "After six months out here, I'm ready to meet some people." "Gotta warn you," says Lars, "there's gonna be some drinkin'." "No problem...I can drink with the best of 'em," says Sam. "Mor'n likely gonna be some fightin' too." "Well, I like people," Sam replies. "I'll be there." Lars starts to walk away, then turns back. "And there's some wild sex at these things, too...." "Not a problem," says Sam. "I've been alone for six months! Just one question, though...what should I wear?" Lars shrugs. "Whatever you want - just gonna be the two of us." Submitted by Carol Markus
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