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From the Wilds of Vermont

Sam had been working in the rat race for many years and finally decided to get away from it all. He quit his job, bought some property and moved to a small cottage in the centre of Vermont.

Now, Sam 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, he's finishing dinner one evening when someone knocks on his door. He opens it, and there stands a big, bearded Vermonter. "Name's Enoch.. Your neighbour from four miles over the ridge......Having a party Saturday...... thought you'd like to come."

"Great," says Sam, "after six months of solitude, I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you."

As Enoch is about to leave, he stops, "Gotta warn you, there's gonna be some drinkin." "Not a problem....after 25 years in the computer business, I can do that with the best of them."

Again, as he begins to leave, Enoch stops. "More'n likely gonna be some fightin too." Damn, Sam thinks..... tough crowd. "Well, I get along with people. I'll be there. Thanks again."

Once again Enoch turns from the door. "I've seen some wild sex at these parties too." "Now that's not a problem" says Sam, "Remember I've been alone for six months! I'll definitely be there..... by the way, what should I wear to the party?"

Enoch stops in the door once again and says, "Whatever you want, it's just gonna be the two of us."

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