Tom, sick of the stress, quits his job of 25 years and buys some land in Alaska 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 of almost total isolation, he hears a knock at his door and finds a huge, bearded man standing there.

Names Lars, your neighbor from forty miles up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday night. Thought you might like to come.

Great, says Tom, after six months Im ready to meet some new people.

As Lars is leaving, he says. Gotta warn you, be some drinkin.

No problem, says Tom. I can drink with the best of 'em.

Again the big man starts to leave and stops. Gonna be some fight’n too.

Well, I get along with people; I'll be all right.

More'n likely be some sex, too.

Now thats really not a problem, says Tom. I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there. By the way, what should I wear?

Dont much matter. Just gonna