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Edited on Wed Jul-06-05 09:48 PM by seawolf
A lawyer takes early retirement after 20 years and decides to get in touch with nature. So he moves to Wyoming and gets a house way out in the sticks.
For six months the only people he sees are the guy he hired to deliver his groceries and the mailman. Then one day, the doorbell rings.
The guy opens it and finds himself looking up at this huge man, close to 7 feet tall and built like a Mack truck.
With a voice like an earthquake, the man says, "Hi, I'm Caleb, your neighbor. I live about ten miles away. Anyway, I'm having a party Saturday night and I thought I'd invite you."
The lawyer grins and says, "Sure! I've been isolated for six months, I'd love a good party!"
Caleb responds, "All right. I should warn you that there's going to be some heavy drinking going on."
Grinning even wider, the lawyer goes, "Caleb, Caleb, I'm a lawyer. We all drink like fish. I can handle my liquor."
"All right," Caleb rumbles, "but there's most likely gonna be some fighting, too."
The lawyer says, "That's not a problem, I get along with most people. Shouldn't be anything to worry about."
"Good." Caleb starts to leave, then turns back. "Oh, wait, I ought to tell you that there's always some WILD sex at parties around here."
Not a word comes from the lawyer's mouth. He just grins like a fool.
Caleb starts walking back down the driveway to his truck, with a quick "Right, see you on Saturday then."
The lawyer finds his voice again just as Caleb's getting into his truck. "Hey! Caleb! One question: What should I wear?"
Caleb shrugs, and says, "Whatever you want...
...it's just gonna be the two of us."
Edit: Fixed. Forgot to take an IM tag out.
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