This is an oldie however I never fail to laugh when I tell it to myself on my own round the prospecting camp fire...

A burnt out advertising executive decides he has had enough of the rat race and buys a property wayyy out west..No electricity..no phones..no company.

He has read everything he can, and after a few weeks is getting very bored with himself.

One afternoon he sees the dust coming up way in the distance coming in his direction.

A while later, a real redneck old bushie gets out of a battered old Holden Ute and puts out his hand.

"Hello mate, I'm your closest neighbour, live about 25 miles up the road apiece..thought we'd chuck ya a bash to welcome you to the area."

"That sounds great" says the ad-man.

"I hear you City boys like your drugs and fancy drinks so we'll get that in fer ya."

"Sounds simply awesome", says the ad-man.

"Must warn ya mate, we tend to get a bit punchie and horny round here after all those drugs and fancy drinkin though, plus all the hoot'nanny dancin'.. can ya handle yerself

if a blue kicks off..... or a bit of rough sex is on the cards?"

"I go alright, says the ad-man.

"This all sounds great, what time should I come and what should I wear"?.

"Doesn't really matter mate", says the bushie..."it's only goin' to be you and me"...............

Hoo Roo