Party for two!

This fellow named Sam has been riding Harleys for 25 years and is finally sick of fixing 'em.


He quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Vermont, as far from humanity as possible. He 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, Sam is finishing dinner when someone knocks on his door. He opens it and there's a big, bearded Vermonter standing there.


"Name's Enoch...your neighbor from four miles over the ridge...havin' a party Saturday...thought you'd like to come."


"Great," Sam says, "after six months of this I'm ready to meet some local folks, thank you."


As Enoch is leaving he stops. "Gotta warn you there's gonna be some drinkin'."


"Not a problem...after 25 years of Harley riding, I can do that with the best of them."


Again, as he starts to leave, Enoch stops. "More 'n' likely gonna be some fightin' too."


"Damn!" Sam thinks, "tough crowd...sounds like the Redwood Run."


"Well," he says, "I get along with people. I'll be there, thanks again."


Once again Enoch turns from the door. "I've seen some wild sex at these parties too."


"Now that is not a problem," says Sam, "remember, I've been alone for six months. I'll definitely be there! By the way...what should I wear to the party?"


Enoch stops in the door again and says, "Whatever you want...it's just gonna be the two of us."


Submitted by Calamjo
Edited by Curtis