Lars

[Guest Friz]

Joe finally retired after doing his thirty years in the U.S. Navy. He'd saved well, invested a little, and had a nice enough nest egg that he didn't have to work anymore, so long as he didn't live too extravagantly.

He bought a piece of land in Northern Minnesota, right up by the Canadian Border and built a cabin, intending to spend the rest of his days relaxing, chopping wood, and keeping a small garden for himself.

After about six months, he began to yearn for human contact, but living out in the woods, he didn't know of anyone nearby. One day, a knock on the door. "Great", Joe thinks, my prayer has been answered, there are people out here.

He answers the door to the biggest, most lumberjack looking man he's ever seen. 6'6" if he's an inch and as big as a moose.

"Name's Lars", he growled and stuck out his bear sized paw to shake.

"Hi, I'm Joe. I've lived here about six months and was hoping to see another person"

Lars grunted an acknowledgement and then, "I'm having a party next Saturday. You're invited. But I need to warn you, there's gonna be drinkin'."

"Great! I've been a Sailor most of my life, I can drink with the best."

"Hmmph. Probably gonna be some fightin' too." says Lars.

Joe comes right back. "No problem. I've fought my way into and out of bars in nearly every country in the world. I think I can hold my own."

"Hmmph. Might be some sex, too."

Now Joe's really excited. "Oh boy! What should I wear?"

Lars grinned, "What you got on now is fine. Ain't gonna be nobody there but me and you."