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”
wrong section
it should have gone in here Bad Jokes!
oh god. bad thoughts coming from that.
damn rednecks.
lol.