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Discussion in 'Jokes, Games & Humour' started by miw615, Mar 30, 2013.

  1. miw615

    miw615 Member

    Feb 21, 2013
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    Tom had been in the police for 25 years.
    > Finally sick of the stress, he quits his job and buys 50 acres of land
    > in the hills in Tasmania 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 40 miles up the road. Having a
    > Christmas party Friday night. Thought you might like to come at about
    > 5pm ...'
    > '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.' :tapedshut:



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