|Forum topic by SnowyRiver||posted 07-19-2010 04:24 PM||1084 views||0 times favorited||5 replies|
07-19-2010 04:24 PM
A divorced woodworking living in a large city decided he was just fed up with the traffic, noise, and general lack of humanitarian concern by those living around him. He decided to move to the remote hills of his state and set up shop, away from the bustel of the city.
After about 6 months of living in the hills well away from anyone, he becomes very lonely and depressed. No one around to talk with and enjoy life. Not even his woodworking projects interested him anymore.
One day sitting in his modest kitchen in his cabin drinking a cup of coffee, there was a knock on the door. He opened it and there was a very large husky man, with a long bushy beard, bib overalls and a railroad hat. The large man said “Hello. I’m your neighbor Erg, from the other side of them there hills. I wanted to invite you to a party at my place this Saturday.”
The woodworking said “Wow, this is great, just what I need. I havent seen anyone for months and it will be nice to meet some of the folks around here and to talk and spend some time together.”
Erg said fine, I will see you Saturday night around 6 PM. Erg said I want to be sure that you know that there will be a lot of drinking going on, just so you know. The woodworker said no problem….I need a good drink. Erg also said there will be some fighting too. The woodworker said “thats not a problem, after all, with a laugh, I used to be in golden gloves boxing.” Then Erg said “there will be a lot of sex too.” The woodworking thought wow, this will be great. Havent had sex since before the divorce.
As Erg was walking to his old beat-up rusted out pick-up, the woodworking said, “oh, by the way, what should I wear?”
Erg turned and looked back saying…”doesnt matter, it will be just you and me.”
-- Wayne - Plymouth MN