Here’s a really silly joke the sole redeeming feature of which is it’s about Alaska, which of late has been the focus of attention.
A guy makes what he figures is enough money to quit working, so he does, then buys himself an isolated ranch somewhere in Alaska. He settles in and doesn’t see a single living soul for about 6 months. He’s…happeh.
One day while he’s having his morning coffee and staring across the snowy desolate plains, he spots an anomaly — something tiny, dark, and distant, moving toward him. Over the next 45 minutes the shape becomes a bundled up human figure, and then 20 minutes later the figure knocks at his door.
“I’m your next door neighbor,” the human figure explains. “Live over there — 14 miles west — just head straight for the sunset ‘tween 4 and 5 PM. Can’t miss it. Anyway, you’re new in the neighborhood, so I figure maybe you want to come to a party at my place next Saturday.”
The newcomer allows that after 6 months of isolation, maybe he would.
Neighbor nods. “Great.” See you maybe about 9 PM.” He turns to go, then turns back.
“Oughta warn you,” he says. “There’s likely to be some drinkin.”
Newcomer says that’s fine with him — he’ll bring something for everybody to share.
“Might be some fightin, too,” says Neighbor.
Newcomer says he can take care of himself.
“Also might be some sexual activity, too. That a problem?”
Newcomer’s been alone for half a year. “No, that’s not a problem,” he says.
Neighbor nods with satisfaction, then turns to go. Newcomer says, “Not sure if this matters, but what should I wear?”
Neighbor thinks for a moment, says, “Don’t much matter, actually. Just gonna be the two of us.”