Neighbourhood Christmas Party

Mick had been a busy executive for 35 years. Finally sick of the stress, he resigns from his job and buys a large block of land,  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 Cliff, your neighbour from  up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday night. Thought you might like to come at about 5:00….’

‘Great’, says Mick, ‘after six months out here I’m ready to meet some locals. Thank you.’

As Cliff is leaving, he stops. ‘Gotta warn you. There’ll be some drinking’…’

‘Not a problem’ says Mick. ‘After 25 years in the business, I can drink with the best of ‘em’.

Again, the big man starts to leave and stops. ‘Might be some fighting’ too..’

‘Well, I get along with people, I’ll be all right,’ says Mick. ‘I’ll be there. Thanks again.’

‘More’n likely be some wild sex, too,’ says Cliff.

‘Now that’s really not a problem,’ says Mick, 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.’