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Post by snowcone on Apr 5, 2011 16:44:10 GMT 10
With the stresses of Wall Street meltdowns taking their toll a stockbroker decides to get away from it all. Selling all he owns and buying a 4WD , he heads for the wilderness and finds a cabin at the end of a valley overlooking a lake. His food and supplies are delivered by air once a month and the nearest house is many miles away.
Time goes on and Christmas draws near.
One day there is a knock on the door.
Opening the door he finds a grizzly backwoods man holding a rifle and animal pelts hooked through his belt.
“Mornin’ Ma names Jeremia. Thought I’d a come and a welcome ya to the place.”
“Ah , thank you” says the somewhat surprised stock broker.
“Havin’ a gittin tagether fur Christmas. Thought you’d a wanna be there”
Wanting to be neighbourly the stockbroker accepts the invitation and the fur trapper continues…
“Should a warn ye…be some a drinkin…
“that’ll be alright” says the stock broker.
“yep…probably some fightin’ …usually is….”
“that’ll be alright” says the stock broker.
The fur trapping mountain man continues “ an’ the night usually ends is a free for all orgy. Gits a mite lonely up a here y’know”
“that’ll be alright” says the stock broker.’ What do I bring?”
“Really don’ matter much says” the fur trapper….
“Only gonna be the two of us”
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