A man left the lower forty-eight for Alaska to get away from it all. At the last outpost before losing himself in the wilderness for a year, he decides that an entire season alone should be started by a farewell party. He goes into the only saloon in town and proceeds to drink and laugh it up with anyone that stopped in. Late in the evening and feeling frisky, he asks the bartender, "Are there are any ladies of the night to be had?", but the bartender shakes his head and says that he's sorry, but there are no women available."
Are you sure?", the guy asks, "Because I sure am horny and I'm headed for the wilds for a year".
"No", says the bartender, "But there is Charlie the Chinaman".
The man is aghast and declares that "he doesn't go that route". The next day he leaves for the woods and is gone for nearly a year. Finally, showing up at the saloon where he started from, he downs many drinks and asks the bartender if he has imported any women yet.
"No", the barkeep says, "But Charlie the Chinaman is still available".
Incensed, the guy says," I told you I don't go that route", and stomps out to his hideaway in the wilds for another year.
By this time he is horny enough that the bears are starting to look good, so off to town he goes and up to the bar where he says, "I don't suppose you have any women yet, do you?".
"Nope", is the reply, "Just old reliable Charlie the Chinaman".
With a furtive look over his shoulder he says to the artender, "Well look, I'll give it a try if you promise not to tell anyone, because I really don't go that route, you know".
"Oh, no problem", came back, "The only ones to know will be the seven of us".
"Seven of us?", shouts the man.
"Yeah", says the bartender, "You, me, Charlie and the four guys holding Charlie. Charlie don't go that route either.