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 neighbour from forty 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 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. Just gonna be the two of us."