Tom had been in business for 25 years. Finally sick of the stress, he sold his business and bought 50 acres of land in Rural Kentucky as far from civilization as possible. He saw the postman once a week and got groceries once a month. Otherwise it was total peace and quiet.
After six months or so of almost total isolation there's a knock at the door. He opens it and a huge, bearded man is standing there.
"Name's Cliff, I'm your neighbor from ten miles up the road. Having a party Friday night. Thought you might like to come..."
"Great!" says Tom "After six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you".
As Cliff is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you. There'll be some drinking.”
"Not a problem" says Tom. "After 25 years in business, I can drink with the best of 'em."
Again, the big man starts to leave and stops. "More 'n" likely gonna be some fighting too."
"Well, I get along with people, I'll be all right! I'll be there. Thanks again."
"More'n likely be some wild sex too."
"Now that's really not a problem" says Tom, warming to the idea. "I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there. By the way, what should I wear?”
"Don't much matter, Cliff said. “Just gonna be the two of us."
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