- To: "'Les & Peg'" <lesnpeg@aol.com>
- Subject: FW: joke
- From: Winnie Marsh <winniem@equitrac.com>
- Date: Wed, 15 Jul 1998 09:58:37 -0700
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From: Scott Sumpter[SMTP:scotts@equitrac.com]
Sent: Tuesday, July 14, 1998 8:35 AM
To: Winnie; Mom & Dad; Rusty & Gina Sumpter; Mike & Betsy StarkHead; Kevin
Eichert; Blair & Krikitt Smith
Subject: joke
A man named Sam had been in the newspaper business for 25 years
when he finally became sick of the stress. So he quits his job and
buys 50 acres of land in Vermont as far from humanity as possible.
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 when someone knocks on
his door...He opens it and there is a big, bearded Vermonter standing
there.
"Name's Enoch...Your neighbor from four miles over the
ridge...Having a party Saturday...Thought you'd like to come."
"Great," says Sam, "after six months of this I'm ready to meet
some local folks. Thanks for inviting me!"
As Enoch is leaving, he stops, "Gotta warn you though, there's
gonna be some drinkin'."
"Not a problem. After 25 years in the newspaper business,I can
drink with the best of 'em."
Again, as he starts to leave Enoch stops. "More 'n' likely gonna
be some fightin' too."
Tough crowd, Sam thinks to himself. "Well, I get along with
people. Don't worry, 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?"
Enoch stops in the door one last time and says, "Whatever you
want, just gonna be the two of us."
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<DIV>A man named Sam had been in the newspaper business for 25 years<BR>when
he
finally became sick of the stress. So he quits his job and<BR>buys 50 acres of
land in Vermont as far from humanity as possible.<BR> Sam sees the
postman once a week and gets groceries once a month.<BR>Otherwise it's total
peace and quiet. After six months or so of<BR>almost total isolation, he's
finishing dinner when someone knocks on<BR>his door...He opens it and there is
a
big, bearded Vermonter standing<BR>there.<BR><BR>"Name's Enoch...Your
neighbor from four miles over the<BR> ridge...Having a party
Saturday...Thought you'd like to come."<BR>
"Great,"
says Sam, "after six months of this I'm ready to meet<BR>
some
local folks. Thanks for inviting me!"<BR> As Enoch is
leaving,
he stops, "Gotta warn you though, there's<BR> gonna be some
drinkin'."<BR> "Not a problem. After 25 years in the
newspaper business,I can<BR> drink with the best of
'em."<BR> Again, as he starts to leave Enoch stops.
"More
'n' likely gonna<BR> be some fightin' too."<BR>
Tough crowd, Sam thinks to himself. "Well, I get along
with<BR>
people. Don't worry, I'll be there. Thanks again!"<BR> Once
again Enoch turns from the door..."I've seen some wild sex at<BR>these
parties, too." "Now that's not a problem," says
Sam,<BR>"Remember I've been alone for six months! I'll
definitely be<BR>there...By the way, what should I wear?"<BR>
Enoch stops in the door one last time and says, "Whatever
you<BR> want, just gonna be the two of
us."<BR><BR><BR></DIV></BODY></HTML>
