Tom had been in the liquor business for 35 years. Finally sick of the stress he quits his job and buys 500 acres of land in the outback 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, someone knocks on his door. He opens it and a huge, bearded man is standing there. "Name's Davo, your neighbour from 10 miles up the road. Having a bit of a 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 Davo is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you, be some drinkin'." "Not a problem," says Tom. "After 35 years in the liquor 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."