Tom had been in the liquor business for 25 years. Finally, sick of the stress he quit his job and bought 50 acres of land in Alaska as far from humanity as possible. He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. Otherwise its total peace and quiet.
After six months, or so, of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door. He opens it and a huge bearded man is standing there. "Name's Lars, your neighbor from 40 miles up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday night... Thought you might like to come. About 5:00."
"Great", says Tom, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you."
As Lars is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you......be some drinkin'."
"Not a problem" says Tom. "After 25 years in the business, I can drink with the best of 'em"
Again, the big man starts to leave and stops. "More 'n' likely gonna be some fightin' too."
"Well, I get along with people, I'll be alright. I'll be there, thanks again."
"More'n likely be some wild sex, too."
"Now that's not really a problem" says Tom, warming to the idea "I've been all alone for six months! I'' definitely be there. By the way, what should I wear?"
"Don't much matter...... Just gonna be the two of us."