Sam 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, he's finishing dinner when someone knocks on his door. He opens it and there is a big, bearded farmer in a check shirt standing there.
"Gidday, name's Bruce... Your neighbour from four miles over the ridge... Having a party Saturday... Thought you'd like to come."
"Great," says Sam. "After six months of this I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you."
As Bruce is leaving he stops, "Gotta warn you mate, there's gonna be some drinkin'."
"Not a problem... After 25 years in the computer business, I can drink with the best of 'em."
Again, as he starts to leave Bruce stops. "There's probably gonna be some fightin' too."
Damn, Sam thinks... Tough crowd. "Well, I get along with people. I'll be there. Thanks again."
Once again Bruce turns from the door. "I've seen some wild sex at these parties, too."
"Now that's NOT a problem" says Sam, "Remember I've been alone for six months! I'll definitely be there... By the way, what should I wear?"
"Whatever you want," says Bruce. " It's just gonna be the two of us."
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