Sam has been in the computer business for 25 years and is finally sick
of the stress. He quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Minnesota
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 just finishing dinner when someone knocks on his
door. He opens it and there is a big, bearded man standing there.
"Name's Leon... Your neighbor from four miles away... Having a party
Saturday... thought you'd like to come."
"Great," says Sam. "After six months out here I'm ready to meet some
local folks. Thank you."
As Leon is leaving he stops, "Gotta warn you there's gonna be some
drinkin'."
"Not a problem... after 25 years in the computer business, I can drink
with the best of 'em."
Again, as he starts to leave Leon stops. "More 'n' likely gonna be some
fightin'too."
Sam says, "Well, I get along with people. I'll be there. Thanks again."
Once again Leon turns from the door. "I've seen some wild sex at these
parties, too."
"Now that's not a problem," says Sam, "I've been all alone for six
months! I'll definitely be there...by the way, what should I wear?"
Leon stops in the door again and says, "Whatever you want, just gonna be
the two of us."
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Doctor Dave had slept with one of his patients and felt guilty all day
> long.
>
> No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he couldn't. The guilt
> and sense of betrayal was overwhelming. But every once in a while he'd
> hear an internal, reassuring voice that said: Dave, don't worry about
> it. You aren't the first doctor to sleep with one of their patients and
> you won't be the last. And you're single. Just let it go. But invariably
> the other voice would bring him back to reality, whispering....... >.
> >.
> >.-Dave, you're a vet.